This blog excerpt taking from our family blog I used to keep. Written in my 2011 voice!

Monday night i had about two hours of sleep. i was just doing the usual tossing, turning, i’m too pregnant to sleep thing. at 5 am i’d been wide awake in my bed for an hour and finally decided to just get up and answer some e-mails. I was up for an hour when Andrew’s alarm clock went off for him to go to the gym. For some reason it woke up Quinn too, so I cuddled him and put him back in his bed and he went back to sleep. I got back in to bed thinking i could get maybe an hour of rest while Andrew headed to the gym. I was laying there for 10 minutes before I got hit with a super hard contraction. Since I’d been contracting for weeks I really didn’t think twice about it-just mostly annoyed that they happen RIGHT when I’m trying to rest. They kept coming though. Over and over, fast & hard. I opened up this app on my phone I have for contractions and after a half hour of painful ones realized they were just 3 minutes apart. I decided to get up at which point I realized how painful they really were. Even though I’d had bouts of painful contractions before, for some reason I just didn’t feel right about these ones. I quickly threw together a bag, brushed my teeth & called my neighbor to see if I could bring Q over. I was one hundred percent certain it was nothing but I just couldn’t ignore the pain & wanted to be sure it wasn’t hurting the baby in any way.
I called Andrew & told him I was driving to the hospital but I was sure it was nothing so I’d call him if there was reason for concern. I walked up to labor and delivery, picked up the phone and said “ya i think i’m in labor but i never am sure…..” I bet they thought I was insane.
They checked me in to be monitored at 8:15am. I thought I was two days more pregnant than I was. Turns out I was the EXACT gestational age {36 weeks, 3 days} as when I gave birth to Quinn. I was dilated to a 3 but wasn’t alarmed by that at all. She hooked me up to the monitors & observed me for an hr. At which point they observed the contractions were coming 3 minutes apart and had dilated me to a 4. They decided to admit me even though my midwife said they weren’t for sure going to deliver. With pre-term labor they won’t do anything to move your labor along, you have to do it all on your own and they apparently have had plenty of patients stop laboring and they send them home.
I was stuck at a 4 for a couple hours even though I was having contractions 3 minutes apart. At that point I just wanted to get some morphine & go home and sleep. I figured he wasn’t coming & I could just keep him in my tummy a few days longer. Then I started to get really uncomfortable. I sat on a birthing ball {just like a pilates ball} for an hour so that I could try and ease the pain. When they checked me next I was a 5 and they determined, in active labor.
At this point I just knew I wanted to go as far as possible without an epidural. I had a really horrible recovery with Quinn and was open to the idea of a natural labor for a lot of reasons. I hadn’t taken a class much less read a book so I felt super unprepared. The only thing I had under my belt were two very best friends who’ve delivered naturally & i’d talk to a lot about it, an incredible midwife & a supportive husband. My midwife and I decided I’d labor as long as I could naturally & then if I had to, get an epidural.
I labored till I was a 6 at which point the midwife determined my water was over my cervix which is why I was moving so slow. She told me after breaking my water is when the fun would begin.
I’ll spare you the fun, fun, gory, crazy details but my water was broken at 3 and I had Jude at 4:06 to the sound of Coldplay. It was the MOST intense, painful, wild, insane, liberating, powerful thing I’ve EVER done. I could not have done it without Andrew. He was the birthing coach I never thought he could be. How could I underestimate him? He was amazing.
Being pregnant I just wasn’t sure if my labor would be as special, spiritual or as life changing as it was with Quinn. I couldn’t wrap my brain around loving another baby as much. It’s true what they say though–your heart just expands and makes room for one more precious baby to love. Andrew looked at me with such beaming pride as I held Jude for the first time, I’ll never forget it. It just felt, for now, our family was finally together & complete.
Jude Parley Rammell
August 23, 2011
4:06 pm
6 lb 5 oz
18 inches

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