Then, we both recognized it for what it was: nesting.
This ain't our first rodeo.
the day I had Natalie Doris. I got up and started setting up the nursery, having fairly regular, mild contractions. While Joe and I worked on the nursery, we reviewed the early signs of labor I'd had:
- Weight stabilization--check.
- Contractions every 10-15 minutes--check.
- Diarrhea (TMI??)--check.
Labor seemed to progress. Contractions got stronger and closer together, but I could still breathe through them and relax in between, so we decided we would continue with our plan to head to Baby Will's first birthday party. I couldn't stand up during contractions and was crawling around the house on my hands and knees, trying to put laundry away, but nevertheless, thought going to the birthday party was a good idea.
The car ride was difficult. We thought we'd stay a bit at the party and see how things went, but shortly after we got there, I had difficulty sitting still during contractions and soon my Mom K was pushing on my back during contractions and I thought we better hightail it out of there. Sam and ND were happy to be abandoned into the care of their fun grandparents, Aunt Teenie and the Uncles and Joe and I drove back home to meet Nicole.
I texted my multiple bosses and told them I wouldn't be in the next day because I WAS HAVING A BABY TONIGHT! I called Deanna, who'd requested to be present at this birth, and told her to get on the freakin' plane already.
My calm, engineer of a husband who never gets frazzled was so worked up he forgot our housekey at the birthday party and had to get spare key from our neighbor, Nigel.
Lala came to get ND and we hunkered down to labor. Nicole had me walking out in the frigid night air in an effort to ease my back labor and for several hours, we had good contractions up to 2 1/2 minutes apart, lasting a minute long.
Things seemed to die down a bit when she let me rest on the birthing ball, so we ended up walking a LOT that night. Finally, I was so tired I wanted to just lay down and labor in bed for awhile, which was pretty uncomfortable, so that was short-lived.
And then, at 1 am...everything stopped.
Nicole, Joe and I went to sleep for a few hours and I woke up with some contractions around 5am and tried to keep things going, but everything had died down by 730 or so. We decided Nicole should go home, but she recommended we get checked at the hospital, so Joe and I made our way over there to see what exactly was going on.
Baby was fine, but transverse with his head sort of hanging down and his body laying across the top of my abdomen. Not a position conducive to birth.
Definitely not in labor.
Today, I saw Terri Drury, a chiropractor in Clarkston, who is trained in Webster's technique that can be more successful than external cephalic version in turning malpositioned babies. She did some pelvic manipulations and told me to go home and lay upside down.
That, my friends, is harder than it sounds. Deanna and I made this inclined plane out of Lampie's crib board and some of the guest bedroom bed's slats. Getting my huge body onto this was difficult, to say the least.
Still contracting about every 10 minutes or so, but not as severe.
Love, your tired mama