For Hubbs’ birthday dinner, he wanted to go to a local family friendly sports bar to have a burger and beer. Simple enough, and in walking diatance. He also requested (well, told me after I badgered him too much) a chocolate cake,
which of course I’ve never tackled a from scratch chocolate cake for some reason (I dont even have cake pans, which if you know me well enough, is preposterous). So, of course I had to go overboard and make an über chocolaty tower of delicious,
covered in gnache. I only include this part, because 1. Chocolate, and 2. It was my main re-energizer after the fact.
After hubbs got home from work, we walked with Lil Mr the few blocks to the reaturaunt and proceeded to devour a tower of meat,
cheese and condiments. On our way back home… it started to sprinkle!
We continued our toddler-centric evening routine at home, finishing up with me nursing him to sleep in his bed. While there, I’m feeling contractions, bigger
than the braxton hicks I had been having for at least a month or two. And then… I feel a small pop, and I knew it was my water breaking. I stayed where I was for about 10 more minutes cause I really needed Lil Mr asleep for this, he had
not napped and had a later than usual evening… not something I want hubbs or I to have to redirect focus towards. With toddler asleep, I roll out and let hubbs know to take our dog to the neighbors house. I call our midwife while he’s
out, and she just so happens to be in Yuba City, instead of at home in Rough & Ready. Sweet!
With hubbs back, he starts timing contractions, which are fast progressing, and getring more intense, so I get into the shower for some hot
water relief. Directing the hot water onto my lower abdomen really helped get through… that, and the deep growling/mooing as suggested by Ina May . At some point, my midwife arrived, set up, and checked mine and babies heart rates…
all good, and my contractions were really amping up. She closes the shower door so I can get under the hot water and at that point, my waters seriously exploded. What was once a slow trickle, and a ton of pressure was a giant splat that scared
the hell out of me. Midwife checks me, says the head is on its way and that I need to start really pushing with the contractions. I step out of the shower, grab a hold of sweet hubs and have a knee buckling contraction. I push, and I can
feel a head down there… not out, but definitely there. I keep pushing through to the end of another contraction and I can feel a body. I remember thinking to myself, “weird,I don’t remember feeling Lil Mr.’s whole body
last time” (though with him, I ended up choosing to lay on my back through a lot of pushing). One or two or three (???) more big pushes, a ton of encouragement from my midwife, and so much strength given to me by hubbs, (who was not only holding
me up in a standing position, but also the pressure of me pushing against him to help me push) and baby is earthside!