Leon's Birthstory

Sunday 9 November 2014
Water birth

Almost a week before my due date, I woke up with what could be described as a light contraction.
It was 7 am.
I decided to wait and see if it was something that was going to happen again - or if it was just my body practicing.
There was also some bleeding.
I was hoping this was it.

An hour later I had another one, and then another one an hour later.

At this point I mentioned it to Memo. Saying that this could mean that it has started - slowly.

We had been to the doctor the day before where he had estimates the baby's weight to 3,5 kg (that is more than Sophia weigh, born in week 41).

I told Memo we should go to Costco to buy the things we need for the week.
In case this was the real deal I wanted everything ready.
We left and now contractions were coming 20 min apart - which really isn't that bad. They were still easy to breath through.
Coming out of Costco we opted for pizza since we didn't know when the baby would decide not speed things up.

Sitting there contractions were starting to come 15 min apart, and stronger. I started feeling uncomfortable.
We went home and they disappeared.

I decided to start cleaning the house - sweep, mop - move around to start the labor again.

I had another contraction - it had been an hour since the last one.

They started coming back - stronger. At 2 I asked Memo to call the doctor, just to let him know it had started.
I also texted Francia - my amazing friend -who we had decided would watch Sophia, again, only to let her know something was up.

I kept cleaning and contractions kept on coming.
I stopped cleaning at some point and started watching a Swedish show on YouTube to take my mind off the pain.

I had decided that I would spend as much time as possible at home - so that I wouldn't fall for the temptation of getting an epidural - which proved to be a horrible mistake with Sophia.
Contractions were still fine and I put Sophia to bed at 6. She - luckily - fell asleep straight away for once.

I had to leave her room in a rush as a pretty strong contraction came.
Here we go.
They started coming closer and stronger and I asked Memo to tell Francia to come now.

I remember he freaked out because she didn't pick up straight away - she was in the shower. Memo's biggest fear with this pregnancy was not arriving to the hospital on time - having to deliver the baby himself.

She finally got back to him and said she would head over.
It felt like an eternity since contractions were coming stronger and closer.

As I mentioned, I was decided on arriving to the hospital after 7 cm.
So when Francia arrived, even if the contractions were tough I decided to wait for a bit and get into the shower.

At this point life was getting tough.
I come to the point where you throw up - which I knew meant the end was closer than I thought.
I stayed in the shower for maybe 5 contractions more.
I remember Memo asking me to leave all the time, while I constantly answered that I wanted to wait ' just one more contraction'.

I managed to get dressed - I honestly don't know how.
Contractions were hard now and I just wanted to scream - I scared poor Francia into a fear of child birth haha - I remember going down the stairs, and hurrying into the car before the next contraction because the neighbors were outside.
I had one contraction upstairs just before heading down and another one as soon as I got into the car - they were close.

Since it was Sunday night traffic was light, Memo was driving very calmly which was great - try hitting a speed bump while contracting!
By the time we arrived to the hospital I started the 'pushing contractions'.

The poor boy coming with a wheelchair was yelled at... Oh well. Memo left the car outside of the entrance of the hospital - I mean just outside. I guess he thought he would have time to come back to move it.

I got into the ER and felt like it took forever for our -amazing- doctor to come, I think it took like 2 contractions so maybe we waited (max) 10 min.

He came, tried talking to me, checked how dilated I was.
He turned around, called the nurses to fill the pool.

I remember thinking 'yay" that means things are near the end.

I was rolled up, Memo by my side.
We got into the pool - somehow - and it was an instant relief.
Some might remember that we tried to have a water birth with Sophia and it wasn't possible.

The contractions were tough by now, some kind of mix between the dialation and pushing ones.
I was starting to get tired.
Just as I had to with Sophia I had to push for quite sometime - not just the average 45 min or as some women experience: on the second push.
No we are talking an hour and a half or two.

At some point I heared the pediatrician snor - we had a laugh in between contractions.

Contractions continued. At some point I went into myself, almost sleeping, trying to build up energy for the contraction.
We tried different positions. The ones that worked the best was to 'hang' in the rings and squat - I guess.

Finally things were moving forward.
As he was coming out I laid down (I think I forgot to mention that Memo was sitting behind me in the pool the entire time).
It was the last (two) push.
I managed to get Leon's head out - similar to Sophia and remember thinking ' I am just gonna push, no contraction - push his body out'
Last push - Memo pushes as hard as I did - it sounded funny.
He was out.
That feeling is amazing. The pain is gone. No more.
It's instant.
Amazing.

The doctor put Leon on my chest - and in difference to Sophia he was screaming. I remember it felt weird. Sophia just made a noice and then just laid there watching the world.

Everyone commented on how similar they look.
Identical really.

Sunday 9 November 23:30
51 cm
3,6 kg