LynnyrdSkynyrd
Shared on Sat, 12/01/2007 - 14:14My wife started what we feel is early labor last night. Well, actually, the heavy contractions started late Thursday night. They lasted throughout the night and into the next day. By the time I got home from work on Friday, they were pretty strong and pretty frequent.
By 11pm, I had drawn her a bath, put on some soft music, turned off the cell phones, and just altogether quieted down. Her contractions were debilitating. But once she got into the tub, she was able to handle them a lot better. I called our midwife at around midnight just to say 'keep your schedule open tomorrow and sunday'. The midwife asked some questions to get a better idea of how things were progressing.
I told her that my wife couldn't talk through the contractions, but she could definitely communicate when they started and when they stopped, making it a lot easier for me to time them. While they were 7-10 minutes apart (from the start of one to the start of the next), each contraction was lasting a good 5-6 minutes. I didn't really know what to say, but I felt it was important to help her to realized, inbetween contractions, that they would only get a lot worse, and that what she was experiencing was early labor, aka the easy stuff. Thank god she was ok with hearing that. Ha ha. Otherwise, I'd be typing in a much higher voice.... does that even make sense? I digress.
When the contractions began to slow down, or increase length between stops of one and starts of the next, we got her out of the tub and into bed. I told her that I absolutely HAD to crash or I'd be fucked tomorrow. She was ok with that.... and I was out. Ha ha. She said that she had 2 more contractions that night before she finally fell asleep, at about 4:30am.
Today, everything is seemingly back to normal. We both feel great, are well rested (for the most part) and are attempting to live normal days. She's got a massage at 3pm, we're gonna get some late lunch, and I was gonna stop by my sister's place to help her get her webcam set up. I suppose that for most folks that deliver at hospitals (as opposed to us, who are sans narcotics and delivering in the comfort of our own homes - a real rarity in Chicago), last night would have been reason to rush to hospital, get jacked up with Pitocin and induce labor. But not us. We're riding this fucker out!
So, with fingers crossed, tonight (or tomorrow) will be the big day.
Wish us luck!
By 11pm, I had drawn her a bath, put on some soft music, turned off the cell phones, and just altogether quieted down. Her contractions were debilitating. But once she got into the tub, she was able to handle them a lot better. I called our midwife at around midnight just to say 'keep your schedule open tomorrow and sunday'. The midwife asked some questions to get a better idea of how things were progressing.
I told her that my wife couldn't talk through the contractions, but she could definitely communicate when they started and when they stopped, making it a lot easier for me to time them. While they were 7-10 minutes apart (from the start of one to the start of the next), each contraction was lasting a good 5-6 minutes. I didn't really know what to say, but I felt it was important to help her to realized, inbetween contractions, that they would only get a lot worse, and that what she was experiencing was early labor, aka the easy stuff. Thank god she was ok with hearing that. Ha ha. Otherwise, I'd be typing in a much higher voice.... does that even make sense? I digress.
When the contractions began to slow down, or increase length between stops of one and starts of the next, we got her out of the tub and into bed. I told her that I absolutely HAD to crash or I'd be fucked tomorrow. She was ok with that.... and I was out. Ha ha. She said that she had 2 more contractions that night before she finally fell asleep, at about 4:30am.
Today, everything is seemingly back to normal. We both feel great, are well rested (for the most part) and are attempting to live normal days. She's got a massage at 3pm, we're gonna get some late lunch, and I was gonna stop by my sister's place to help her get her webcam set up. I suppose that for most folks that deliver at hospitals (as opposed to us, who are sans narcotics and delivering in the comfort of our own homes - a real rarity in Chicago), last night would have been reason to rush to hospital, get jacked up with Pitocin and induce labor. But not us. We're riding this fucker out!
So, with fingers crossed, tonight (or tomorrow) will be the big day.
Wish us luck!
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