We we were arriving at Miles Memorial Hospital just about this time of night on Friday, March 13, 2009 – the very day I was due. I was in heavy labor. My contractions were only 60 seconds apart and they were lasting up to 90 seconds. They thought I might be in transitional labor already. If only I had been so fortunate. Nope. Just hard labor.
The day had begun with a sleepless night. But it was my first day off from Spotless Cleaners on maternity leave (that’s kind of a joke since we owned the business). The sky was blue and the sun was out. I was tired but excited. I kind of just felt I would go into labor that day. But I guess a lot of women feel they will go into labor on or before their due date and never due.
I went out to lunch at a Mexican restaurant with my mom and grandmother. I remember eating a delicious taco salad in a great shell. I don’t remember what happened next until being in the bathroom that evening and telling Dave I really thought I was in labor. I also remember thinking that the contractions were easy and the whole thing would be a cake walk. Hahahaha. That was not a funny joke. We called my midwife and she told us to wait until the contractions were five minutes apart. We left for Miles Memorial Hospital in Damariscotta, Maine around 8 PM and on the way there my contractions were so intense and so close together.
The night was young my friends. Oh so young. I was wondering how I would live through the night when I wasn’t really dilating and my labor was so intense. I walked so much around the hallways as my mother and Dave chatted over coffee and had a glorious time. I was happy for them because I am not into clinging to others in that state. My water broke and then I sat in a shower until they realized the baby’s heart rate was getting too elevated.
The labor continued into the wee hours of the morning of March 14. I had these grandiose visions of having a soothing water birth. I learned a lot about myself that night. Who I was and who I wasn’t. I am definitely not a good relaxer. And the dreams of a soothing water birth were not me. The water had cooled off and it just wasn’t comforting at all.
I remember having these enormous fears that something would be wrong with the baby.
I prayed and prayed and begged God. That was mostly all I could do in the intense pain. Until I asked… but that happened on March 14. So this is to be continued.