Sunday January 9- I'd had some bloody show throughout the day. Around 6pm I notice I'm having some irregular contractions. They vary greatly in intensity and frequency. I take a bath to see what that does but it doesn't change anything. They stay irregular the whole evening, and space out even more by the time I go to bed. I hope that my body is getting ready for labor and that maybe the next day things will really start happening, but I don't even tell my husband about them because they don't feel like real labor. I've checked my cervix throughout the pregnancy and I do again but it feels the same as it has for the last week. I go to bed around 9:30. I'm up a few times to use the bathroom.
Monday January 10- My husband comes to bed at midnight. I return to bed after one of my bathroom trips. Just a after laying down I feel a painful thunk in my pelvis. Baby A, Isaac, has dropped. I get up, sure that something is going to happen now. I go to the kitchen, deciding I need to eat something while I time contractions. At this point I figure my long hours of early labor will start, like I've had before. As I eat my cereal I time contractions on the computer while checking email and messageboards. Contractions are about 4 minutes apart and pretty painful.
I decide to go take a bath to see if that makes the contractions hurt less since I thought I'd have many hours to go and didn't want to be in so much pain the whole time. About 12:45am as the water is running I check my cervix again and it is dilated a ton more than it had been just an hour before and his head is so low. I think to myself that maybe I shouldn't take a bath, but I push that aside and get in anyway. After just a few contractions just 2-3 minutes apart and pretty strong, I start to realize that maybe I won't have a long slow labor like I'd planned. I call for my husband but he doesn't hear me. I finally get out at 1am and wake him up. I tell him to go call my dad to come stay with the boys because we needed to go to the hospital because I was in labor. He goes downstairs while I get dressed and grab my hospital bag. I'm so glad I'd packed it 2 weeks before. Nate comes up and grabs some clothes and things for himself and we go downstairs to wait for my dad.
I'm having contractions 2 minutes apart and very painful already. I have Nate push on my lower back during some to get some relief. He calls the hospital to let them know I'm in labor and we will be there in about an hour. The lady asks him if we want to talk to a nurse to make sure it's time and I yell at the phone that it is definitely labor. Each contraction feels more intense than the last and I realize that things are going much faster than I'd expected. My dad calls to ask if he has time to go pick up one of my sisters to stay at the house and Nate tells him no. At 1:15am I call a neighbor to come stay with the boys until my dad can get there, because I really felt we needed to go asap. She gets there about 10 minutes later and we leave at 1:30am.
The hospital I am delivering at is usually about 45minutes away. I briefly think about going to a closer hospital but decide I want to stick with the one I know won't give me an automatic c-section. Luckily because it's the middle of the night it only takes 30 minutes to get there. Unfortunately I am having contractions every 1-2 minutes that are extremely intense. My water breaks in the car, and I realize that one towel is not enough to protect a car seat lol. I'm starting to feel the urge to push with my contractions and try hard to just breathe through them one at a time. We are afraid I'll end up delivering in the car.
We arrive at the hospital and I hop in a wheelchair for Nate to wheel me in. We go in through the ER and there is nobody there. Finally a guy shows up and we ask him how to get to L&D from there. He asks if we want someone to come show us the way and I say, "No, let's just go!" We hurry through the hospital and get up to L&D finally. They have a room ready for us and I hurry and strip off my clothes and throw on the gown. They check me and say I'm fully dilated and I say, "I know!" We rush back to the OR (they deliver all twins in the OR just in case) as they are asking me all the questions about pregnancy and allergies and stuff. They have me get on the hard flat operating table and I complain that it does not look comfortable lol. I'm still trying hard not to push and beg them to let me push.