The story of her birth began on Tuesday, October 19 when I was at work. It was a rare rainy, stormy San Diego day. I was walking to my car from a client's building and slipped in a puddle. I fell on my right side; onto my leg, shoulder, and unfortunately, my belly. I didn't feel any pain, but I did start having some cramping almost immediately. It wasn't bad so I went back to work. I also noticed that I was having quite a few Braxton-Hicks contractions, so I decided to wrap up my day and go home. I called my doctor on my way home and they told me to go to triage immediately so that they could monitor the status of the baby. When I got home, I threw a few extra things into my half-packed hospital bag (just in case) and Kyle and I headed to the hospital. Once I was on the monitors, the nurses noticed that I was having around 20 contractions in an hour. I also had some blood work done and it showed that there had been a small tear; some of the baby's blood had mixed with my own. My doctor wanted me to stay for 24 hour observance to make sure the contractions lessened. Neither Kyle nor I wanted to stay, since if by some chance I did go into active labor we wanted to do so at home. I had wanted a natural birth, and we took a special class on hypnobirthing to prepare. The hospital staff, of course, tried to convince us to stay and told us that leaving would be against medical advice. After we talked about it in private for a bit, we decided to stay and consider this a "practice run". Looking back now - we made the right decision!
Kyle went home to get our bags and take Zoey to our neighbors. He also threw the box with our car seat and stroller (which had arrived in the mail that day) in the back of the car - again, just in case. I was put on a floor with high-risk momma's and we tried to get some rest. I was still having around 16 contractions an hour. Around 3 in the morning, my water broke. It was nothing like I had expected, and Kyle had to take me through some breathing exercises to calm my excitement! We were moved downstairs to labor and delivery around 3:30 and by 4 I finally felt the contractions strengthen a bit. Kyle was amazing; giving me water, putting on my music, and talking me through the contractions.
I was at 2 cm at 4 am and by 6 am my surges had intensified so much that I told the nurse I was feeling as though I needed to push. She checked me again and said I was at 6 cm. She also seemed a bit confused and went to get another nurse to check me. This went on through FOUR nurses. The final nurse stepped back and said, "oh yes, that's a butt coming through, not a head". A doctor with an ultrasound machine was rushed in and through some very intense contractions announced that the baby was on her way through, breeched. The room became frantic and I can only describe it as a kind of Nascar pit crew. They stopped talking to Kyle and I and started shouting orders about calling the doctor and how the baby had to come out NOW. It was all very frantic, but strangely enough I felt quite calm. Despite the fact that I very much wanted a natural birth, I remembered my hypnobirthing instructor telling us that if there really was an emergency or need for an intervention, we would know because we wouldn't be ask us what we wanted. Hospital staff wouldn't give options for a c-section or drug intervention if it was truly necessary. They would instead go into action and do whatever they could to save mom and baby. That's what happened in my room. No one was saying that I was going to have a c-section, they weren't telling me anything at that point, I just knew that's what was going to happen. I knew there must be a true emergency so I accepted it and just went it.
The OR was very hectic and we found out later that there was another emergency c-section at the same time. Nevertheless, it all happened quite quickly and our little girl arrived safely. Emma arrived at 7:03 am and was 5 lbs, 7 oz and 17.75 inches long. She was a little jaundice but otherwise healthy.
We have been spending our days since, adjusting to the feeding/sleeping schedule of a newborn and cooing over her in between. We have also had a lot of family in town to help with cooking, cleaning, and just keeping the house up! This has been so great and has given Kyle and I time to recover and bond with our little girl.

Sleeping peanut

Sleeping in daddy's hands
First trip to the pumpkin patch





I am still feeling pretty crummy, though I do manage to pull out a bit more energy on the weekends. I am starting to “show” a bit, and by that I mean that I appear to now eat donuts every morning for breakfast. This look gets progressively worse throughout the day, and I am now in a stage prior to “the bump” that I am calling “the bloat”. Something else I have learned is that before you even start to show, your hips start to widen. Even though there isn’t yet much to see, I can no longer fit into my pants. This has been really frustrating, as I’m still too small for those belly bands and maternity pants. Ah well, an early joy of pregnancy!