Well, I finally have a few minutes to sit down and try to write the story of Ryan's birth. It's all still kind of a blur, but here goes.
I had been having lots of BH contractions for a few weeks. It was getting kind of uncomfortable, but mostly just annoying. On July 18, I had an appointment with my midwife. She checked my cervix and said I was 4 cm and probably wouldn't last the week. I went home convinced I was going to go into labor any minute. Needless to say, I was getting a bit depressed when the following Tuesday (Jul 24) rolled around and I was STILL pregnant. I went into work in the morning and got a few things done. I was having a lot of contractions and they were pretty uncomfortable, but that had been going on all week, so I didn't think much of it. I had gotten very little sleep on Monday, so I decided, after having lunch with a friend, that I would go home that afternoon and take a nap. I slept for a bit over an hour and when I woke up, the contractions were even stronger. Still I figured they would fizzle as they did evey other day that week. When they were still going strong after dinner, I decided I would wait a little longer, and then go in. I called a few people, made arrangements for Daphne, then called the midwife.
We got to the hospital around 9 pm. I was having contractions about 4 minutes apart. I was dilated to 6 cm, 60% effaced, but baby was still floating at -4 station. We walked around the maternity ward. My mom came up. We watched a movie. I bounced on the birthing ball. Not much was happening. The contractions were uncomfortable, but not too bad. Around 2 am, the midwife (Lynda) checked me again and I was basically unchanged. Lynda suggested we all try to get some sleep and we see where we were in the morning. The morning brought no change, so we decided to try some pitocin to help things along a bit. We started the pit at 7:30. Contractions got stronger and closer together, but still bearable. Dirk and my mom and my dad and I hung out all morning, played cards, watched TV. They upped my pitocin every 20 minutes. Still not much happening. Lynda came in at 11:30 as we were playing Euchre. She said she wanted to check me again at noon. So just before noon, she came in; mom and dad left to get lunch. She checked me and I was at 7 cm, 80% and still -4. He did not want to come down! She couldn't break my water because of the risk of the cord coming out first, but she offered to call the doctor. He could do a pinprick in the membrane to try to let the fluid out gradually, but there was still a risk. I said I would rather wait a little longer before we tried that. So, Lynda decided to run to her office for a few minutes to rearrange her afternoon appointments and grab lunch. Jill, my nurse, also went to get lunch, but she would still be on the floor. So, I laid down to rest for a while. Had a couple of good contractions. Then at 12:19, I felt and heard "pop! pop! pop!" I looked at Dirk and said "I think my water broke" and all of a sudden I had the worst contraction yet and gush! We called for the nurse and she came running in, checked how much fluid had come out (TONS!) and immediately called Lynda back. Lynda got there about 12:25. She checked me and I was at 7 cm and fully effaced. By 12:45 I was pushing and at 12:49 Ryan MacGreggor Westbury entered the world. He was 8 pounds 9 ounces, 21 inches long. I was in labor for 24 hours, plus. Labored with pitocin for 5 hours. Took no pain medication. Pushed for 4 minutes. I still can't get over that. With Daphne, I pushed for almost 3 hours, and had a vacuum extraction! I swore to myself that that would not happen again, and when it came time to push I just completely let go and let my body do what it needed to do. Yay!