They say that the labor with your first pregnancy is usually the longest. If that is indeed true, I will have to make sure that we live next door to a hospital for next time. (I apologize in advance if this post is TMI for you)
Since about week 36, I had been feeling very light cramping. By week 37, the cramping started to get a little bit stronger and it felt like I was getting my period soon. It was so inconsistent and sporadic that it was nothing I could time or anything to get excited about. If anything it was more annoying because it was just uncomfortable. At my 37 week check up, I had my doctor check me to see if I had progressed any. I was 1cm dilated and 50% effaced. We spent the rest of the afternoon walking around State Fair and I thought for sure that would help bring the baby.
At my week 38 appointment, we still had no baby and I had no desire on getting checked again. I knew that if I was still sitting at 1 cm and 50% dilated, I probably would’ve cried. Instead I asked the doctor if there was anything we could do to speed things up because I was getting really uncomfortable. She told me to stay active with walks and that if I was still pregnant by my 39 week appointment, she would sweep my membranes to help get things started. She explained to me that if I was ready to go into labor the prostaglandins that get released during the membrane sweep could help start labor. I heard the word, prostaglandins and my ears perked up. When we got back to the car I turned to hubs and said, “You know what else has prostaglandins in it?” He just looked at me. I had tried everything but sex until that week to try to help move things along. This was Monday and Tuesday…
By Wednesday, I had started to experience some early labor symptoms like textbook. Everything was happening BUT regular contractions. Thursday afternoon I went to the bathroom and when I wiped, there was a little pink tinge on the toilet paper. I also had an increase of discharge which was something new. I began to worry that maybe my water broke and I was one of those people with a slow leak who aren’t really sure if they peed themselves or if it was amniotic fluid. To ere on the side of caution, I decided to call the doctor to let her know what was going on. She told me to stay put and keep an eye on it for about an hour or so. If my water did have a slow leak in it, it would be consistent and if that was the case to call her back.
I went home and took a little nap. I knew that it couldn’t be long until I went into labor and decided to get all the rest I could. I woke up, went to the bathroom and there was nothing. Discouraged, I started to clean and make dinner for hubs and myself. I told him what was going on and said that I think our baby is coming this weekend. He asked if he should take off of work that night and I said, “No, nothing’s happening tonight. If it does I’ll call you.”
Hubs was busy getting ready for work and at about 9pm, I got up from the couch to give him a kiss and say goodbye. After I hugged him, he turned to walk out the door, “Wait…I think my water just broke.”
To be Continued…