Ugh. 38 weeks. Wife is getting menstrual like cramps. Constant pain and pressure down low, so she isn't sure if they're contractions. Sucks to be happening at midnight. She just can't get comfortable.
Don't want to rush to judgment here.
Well, I didn't rush to judgment. My daughter was born yesterday during Election Day!
Wife had bad heartburn at 8pm Monday...then 10pm she woke me up to say she had awful cramps. She wasn't due until the 17th...so we chalked it up to Braxton Hicks. The pain was pre-menstrual feeling and constant, and didn't match the description of what we perceived to be contractions (a tightening of the stomach/uterine muscles).
Around midnight I decided something wasn't right and start to time them, but they were all over the place...8 minutes, 7 minutes, 2 minutes, 6 minutes, 5 minutes...not so even like was described to us.
I called our OB-GYN afterhours service and a doctor called us back and said those were contractions, so after an hour I took my wife to our hospital, and they checked her out but she was only 1cm dilated so they wouldn't admit her. Fuck.
Drove her home...poor thing was just up and walking around and the pain wouldn't stop, and she couldn't get comfortable at all. Couldn't stand, couldn't sit, couldn't lay down on either side...crying out in pain. I felt so fucking helpless, and was kind of pissed off the hospital sent us home.
We just happened to have an appointment at 8am that morning at her OBGYN for her first cervix measurement so I drove her there an hour early and they took her in, we told them she might be in labor, and they still fucking had us wait in the room for 15-20 minutes before the doctor saw her. Which really pisses me off, because I heard the fucker in the next room talking to another patient. You'd think the nursing staff would tell the doctor there was someone who thought they might be in labor.
Well he comes in, checks her out, and he's like "Oh yeah, you're in labor"...she was at like 4-5cm dilation at that point and told me to rush her to the hospital, which was about 20 minutes away.
So I got her in the car, fired up the GPS, but ignored the first half of the instructions because doing so would have got us stuck in really bad morning rush-hour traffic. But man, I was so fucking calm and controlled and was quickly (but safely) navigating weaving in and out of traffic and got her to the hospital in about 10 minutes.
She really wanted an epidural...the doctor made it sound like she'd get one right away, but we had to fucking fill out like 5 pages of questions about her health, this and that. At one point they asked me to leave the room so they could ask her if I was an abusive husband (apparently this is standard?). So after about 45-60 minutes of dicking around with that, and then testing her blood to make sure she wouldn't have clotting problems, they finally gave her the epidural and then all was fine.
She was at complete ease...baby vitals were great.
Dr. came in and asked me specifically how much I had to eat and drink because she didn't want me passing out etc. lol, so I ran down to the cafeteria and got a bag of those tato skin potato chips (Bacon and Cheddar) and a mt. dew. I slammed both and ran back in to the delivery room, high on sugar, salt, and adrenaline.
She was dilating fairly quickly at that point and they had her start pushing around 2:30...I'm just there watching the seismograph thingy for contractions, she hardly felt them.
My wife and mother in law thought I was going to be squeamish but I looked at everything and was helping hold a leg here and there, or propping her head up, getting out of the way of doctors/mid-wives when I needed to.
They had to turn her a few times to keep baby stable, and gave my wife oxygen to revitalize the baby when the heart rate was dropping a few times, but nothing overly concerning. Baby was inverse ROT, meaning it was on its side, so rotating her made the baby slide into the correct position.
After about hour and a half of pushing the head was starting to expose itself...a wrinkly little thing...sorta dark in color.
Then during the final pushes is when things got super slow-mo and surreal for me...just...the single most terrifying and awe inspiring moment of my life,I swear there were 3 people in the room working on my wife, but in that final 30 seconds when the baby heart monitor isn't picking up that heart rate, and you hear nothing but silence and this ominous beeping from the monitor. Then all of a sudden there's like 8 people in the room, and they yank that kid out and it's fucking blue with its umbilical cord draped around the side of the neck, rush me to get to cut the cord, and then put it in the warmer where a minute later the kid is red and full of life and crying. I just fucking cried.
Just an amazing experience all around, and thankful baby and wife are healthy and fine.
p.s. Please excuse the rambling in this post, I'm pretty much running on empty right now, barely any sleep the last few days.