I woke up in the middle of the night feeling abdominal cramping that was coming and going in short waves. I was so hopeful that this was the start of labor but after weeks (almost a month) of false signs, I didn't want to get my hopes up. I timed a few cramps and noticed they were 20-30 minutes apart. I was hopeful, but suspicious. I knew I was going to be too anxious to sleep.
As I had suspected, sleeping was unsuccessful. I feel like I was hyper aware of the sensations I was feeling in my abdomen. I kept thinking to myself, "this has to be a contraction!" I had a pretty constant back ache by this point but could still feel the "waves" of each contraction.
I got up to use the bathroom and noticed some mucus and bloody show. I think that was the moment that I accepted that these things I were feeling were real contractions! I sent my mom an email to keep her cell phone on and close by, and laid back down in bed. I woke up Chris and let him know what I was feeling.
Chris and I had been lying in bed timing contractions and they were now coming about 15-20 minutes apart. They were mild but still very noticeable. Every time one would start, I would whisper "now" or gently squeeze Chris' arm and he would start his "contraction timer" app. I called my mom and she suggested getting up and starting our day and seeing if moving around and walking would increase the frequency and intensity of the contractions. I got off the phone and got into the shower and my contractions almost completely went away. I was so disappointed! I could not believe I had to suffer through yet another night of hope that things would start and we would get to meet our little one soon! We still decided to take a walk down the road and I felt many contractions but they were irregular and sporadic and I had basically given up that today would be the day.
We went to our midwife appointment and shared with her about our disappointing night. Kay stripped my membranes again and by that point I had only dilated about .5 cm more than the previous appointment.
3pm-Saturday, August 25th, 3:00am:
I started to notice contractions again in a semi-timeable pattern. I was feeling contractions in my back, which was surprising because as far as we could tell, baby Dazz was in a position that was less likely to cause back labor. We figured there must be some other reason. I got into a warm bath and that helped to ease the pain but could still feel mild contractions throughout. I knew that was a good sign! Chris made a pizza for dinner, and my mom got to our house shortly thereafter. Around 8pm, my mom left because my contractions were manageable and Chris and I decided to lay down in bed and try to get some rest. The pain of each contraction seemed to intensify by a million while I was lying down! We both decided at that point that we would be going on day 2 of no sleep! Chris made coffee and we turned on all the lights in the house and called my mom back knowing she was probably to anxious to be sleeping. We spent the next few hours walking in circles through the house, bouncing on the birth ball, and getting in and out of the tub. Everything was very uncomfortable, but I could still walk and talk through contractions at this point. At 3, I decided to call the midwife because based on the criteria they gave us, (contractions 4 minutes apart, at least 1 minute long) we needed to give them a heads up. I spoke with Sylvia who basically told me to call back around 8am when the next midwife came on call.
Chris and I took a walk down our street and tried to pass the hours until we could call the midwife back and hopefully go in to the Birthing Inn to be checked. By this point, my contractions were so strong that it was difficult for me to walk and talk through them. I needed my mom or Chris to rub my back and provide counter pressure during each one. My mom called Kim, the on call midwife, and she said to meet her at the Inn in an hour.
(Part 2 here)