"Louie’s Birth Story
It’s funny how perspective truly affects how we perceive events. As I look back on the days surrounding L3’s birth, there is a significant difference in how I felt in those moments and how I feel about that week now. Last August, I was so ready to no longer be pregnant! But I wasn’t even due until August 21st so I wasn’t holding my breath that Baby L3 would do me any favors and arrive early.
The week L3 was born was pretty busy; a lovely shower thrown by my in-laws and a visit from my sister and niece. We spent a lot of time spoiling our Madelin in preparation for her transition to Big Sister. On Tuesday the 16th we had a Surprise Baby Sprinkle for my “Pregnancy Buddy,” Jessica. I went to bed that night thinking, “I’m 39w2d, with Madie I was already having contractions for a day by this point, and still nothing.” I had to keep reminding myself that every baby is different and that we were on God and L3’s time, not mine.
I was awakened at 4 a.m. the next morning with early labor contractions, nothing very serious, but WE WERE FINALLY IN BUSINESS! I got out of bed, put my TENS unit on, and got back into bed to rest up for what I thought would be a long labor like his sister’s. We started our day at about 8 a.m., so far my contractions had been consistent, but still nothing serious. I told my husband, Louie, called into work, and then called my midwife, Anna, to let her know. We met with Anna later that morning and it seemed like my contractions had died down a bit, so we went about our day.
Louie and I enjoyed a quiet lunch and then went home to relax and prep Madie for what was to come. We made a quick trip to HEB to stock the fridge; at this point it was about 6 p.m. and I felt like my contractions were picking up. Walking began to get difficult, but having had a long first labor I still wasn’t convinced. We made it home by 7 p.m. and my contractions were lasting close to a minute, but still 8+ minutes apart, so we tried to eat and called my in laws to let them know they’d need to come pick up Madie soon. I sat in the living room on my yoga ball, breathing through contractions and told my Mom and Louie that I’d like to make it to at least 10 p.m. before we head to the hospital. Come 9 p.m. things are really progressing, I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to handle the car ride if we waited any longer, so I told Louie it was time to leave! He called his parents to change plans for Madie’s pick up and Norma, our birth photographer to meet us at the hospital.