January 31st, my expected due date, came and went. I was praying that something would happen that day, but it didn’t. The entire pregnancy I just knew I would deliver early, but I guess baby had another plan.
My mom had arrived from out of town just five days prior to my due date (I thought she was pushing it with how late she was coming). She had spent the week with my family and she was planning on spending the weekend with my brother’s family. So I dropped my mom off at my brother’s house and went to bed around 10 p.m. that night. I woke up around 1:30 a.m. with contractions that weren’t unbearable, so I was able to fall back asleep for a couple more hours. I texted my mom to give her a heads up, but honestly, I thought it was false labor. My contractions were anywhere from 10 to 30 minutes apart, and they were really short, so I really didn’t think it was real (labor with my first daughter was a little different). I was eating all day long which was another indication to me that it wasn’t real labor. With my first, I didn’t even want to see food when my contractions started.
My mom decided to make her way back to us in the late afternoon and my husband wanted to have wings for dinner. My in-laws came to get my first daughter just so she could spend the night with them, just in case I did go into the hospital. So around 7:30 p.m., I ended up in a restaurant eating wings with my mom and husband. I knew while we were eating that as soon as we were done, we were going to have to head to the hospital because my contractions had picked up to about every three to five minutes. When we were finished, I called the midwife, made a pit stop at the house for hospital bags and headed to the hospital.
We ended up getting to the hospital around 9:00 p.m. I was excited to see that the midwives I had seen the most during my pregnancy (and therefore wanted them to deliver) were the two who were on call (one is actually still in training which is why I was able to have both). I was having pretty intense contractions for the next couple of hours but I was able to talk and laugh with everyone in between. I remember thinking “what did I get myself into?” about an hour before I started pushing. I knew going in that I wanted to have another natural birth. I didn’t even think about an epidural this time! I truly amazed myself to be honest, and would like to offer many kudos to the support of the nurses, midwives, my husband and mom.
After a very different labor this time around (a little more peaceful because I knew what to expect), about five big pushes and with an intervention free birth, our little baby was born at 12:54 a.m. on February 2nd. She’s our Super Bowl and Groundhog Day baby!
When the baby was born our midwives told me that I could look and see if the baby was a boy or girl, so of course I started digging. It was the coolest surprise in the world! And guess what? My gut was right the whole time. A girl! My sweet Eva Rose. What a way to kick off Super Bowl Sunday. We are so excited for our new family of four!
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