Around 7am I woke up Jesse and told him I was getting into the bathtub. Jesse bought me a pillow to lay on while I was in the tub, how sweet is that? I was able to finally rest. The warm bath was so relieving! The contractions seemed to taper off once again, so I justified not calling Margrett because I figured since they were still inconsistent I was probably still in practice labor. If only I could fall asleep in the bathtub. I think At a few points I did fall asleep and I almost dropped Jesse's iPhone in the water. I was using it to time my contractions. I think at about 8:30 or 9 am Caden woke up and got in the tub with me. His little sweet self hugged me and he just looked at me with the most pitiful eyes ever...it's like he knew that i was in labor and in pain and that very soon he was not going to be "the baby" anymore. :-( I cried.
Shortly after Caden got out of the tub, Ruby wanted to get into the bathtub. She thought the pillow was so cool. I laid in the tub with her for awhile then got out. As soon as I got my robe on and back in bed the contractions started to get intense again. No position was comfortable once again. Everyone was up at this point and I can't remember much after this point. I asked Jesse to ask his grandparents to take the kids out. While they were all getting ready the contractions started to get pretty hardcore. I had also asked Jesse to call Margarett because at that point I was pretty sure it was true labor.
He was trying to get them all out of the house and it was all I could do to hold in my "dying cow" sounds. At one point I had a contraction and I felt my water break. I was laying in fetal position in my bed and I did not want to move. I don't know why its not like moving hurt or anything I think I was scared and i knew deep down Margarett would not get here before Scarlett. I asked Jesse to check and see if it was my water because I was really in denial, hoping it was pee. He confirmed that it was indeed pink amniotic fluid. He was on the phone with Margarett and getting instructions and still getting the kids buckled in the car so the Granny's could take them to McDonald's.
Here is where is starts to get graphic, consider yourself forewarned. I started to have pushy contractions. They were coming fast and strong. With one contraction, I started to think "hey, maybe I can hold back the pushy feeling and she won't come so fast and Margarett will get here and it'll be great"....hahaha! So, i decided I would hold back with all my might, and guess what happened next. I pooped my pants!!! WTH! Honestly, why I was still wearing underwear at this point is beyond me, maybe it was denial and a little bit of pure terror.
Still in fetal position in my bed, I begged, demanded, requested to Jesse that he refill the bathtub. I got up the courage to roll out of bed. I announced to Jesse that I had "pooped my pants" as he helped me to the bathroom. I remember crying about it!!! Crying because I had pooped, of all the things in the world at that point the worst thing I could think was how I pooped. I cant remember Jesse's response at the time, but he did leave me alone in the bathroom to do something. You can ask him exactly what his response was, I probably didnt even hear it due to the state of mind I was in. At that point I was laughing at myself but still crying.
I took off my soiled underwear cleaned my butt and hobbled into the bathtub and crouched down into the water. I got up the courage to stick my hand down there to feel "it". I was shocked that I could feel a little bit of her head already. Ahhh sweet relief" was my first thought and "oh crap" was my second thought. My third thought, and I kid you not, was "so that's why they call it the ring of fire, its not so bad". Mind you my whole bottom area was already submerged under warm water which was so relieving. Between my contractions I was screaming "Jesse...get the F*** in here right f***ing now" he was still doing something for the kids. (honestly, if you look back at it I think he was either taking his time getting the kids ready and gone or this labor went so fast) Once he got to the bathroom I told him "uh, I felt her head...already". He had already gotten instruction over the phone from Margarett to tell me to push with all my might on my next contraction. No holding back now, my body had completely taken over at that point I probably didn't even have to try to push. Jesse only had time to take off his socks and get in the tub to catch her.
This was it...next contraction my body pushed and I pushed and I felt a pop...and there was her little head. Jesse held her head and I had another pushing contraction and out came her shoulders and the rest of her body. Jesse handed her to me. There she was alive and healthy, looking up at me like "what just happened and who are you?"
To be continued :-)
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