As a young person, I didn’t have any visions of my wedding, or babies, or life with little rugrats in pigtails running around at my feet.
What I envisioned, truth be told, was a meathead husband (check) and a gaggle of teenage boys, a house full of sports gear, and always being mother-of-the-groom.
And then life actually happened.
In case you missed it, we welcomed our third little lady earlier this month. Like my whole pregnancy, I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that there are three Tiny Humans under my care. And the fact that they are all females? I am so confused.
If you like birth stories, here’s how Lauren made her arrival. If you aren’t interested in learning about my cervix, thanks for reading and we’ll see you next time. 😬
At 35 weeks, I began having regular contractions (3-4 times an hour, pretty much all the time). There was some concern because Baby was still breech, and it was a little early, so my OB insisted that I take it easy, at least until 37 weeks. At 36 weeks, after the awesome week of contractions, I was not dilating at all.
At 37 weeks, Baby was finally head down, and my (false) contractions continued at regular intervals. The head was in place, I was a centimeter dilated, and I thought surely Baby was going to come out soon. Tessa had arrived this early, we were ready, why not?
Because babies come when they want, that’s why.
A small amount of desperation set in after 37 weeks and 3 days passed by (the point at which Tessa was born). Keeping up with my kiddos felt pretty much impossible. Every step I took felt like the baby’s head was going to fall out. At 38 and 39 weeks, though these amazing false labor contractions continued, there was no change in my cervix. When I hit 39 weeks, my doctor offered to do an induction, but I declined.
Babies come when they want, right?
Friends, I cleaned every freaking inch of my house between 38-40 weeks. All my cabinets sparkled, drawers were organized and rearranged. I ate all the spicy foods, I administered some acupressure. I tried all the things, y’all. Baby was not ready to come out. The contractions continued. My children were confused as to when the baby would be here. We were all tired. Welcome to the end of pregnancy, right? Anyone who has had a baby has been there.
Then our 40 week appointment arrived. I had a non-stress test (NST) which didn’t end up looking as good as we would like (baby’s heart rate had a few dips that shouldn’t be there). My OB did a check of my cervix and said “hmm, well, I guess it’s still kind of one centimeter. It doesn’t seem really like a one to me” (which struck me as a really odd statement). However, because the NST didn’t look great, she sent us over to the hospital to have a longer test and possibly to be induced if things still didn’t look right.
Because babies come when they want…. unless they get evicted.
After a significant amount of time on the NST machine, and a thrilling conversation about the diminishing function of my placenta and again the “weird” dilation of my cervix, we decided that it was time for this little peanut to have a birthday.
The plan was to place Cervadil in order to get my cervix to prep for labor on its own. After 12 hours with the Cervadil in place, at 2:30 in the morning, we would start some Pitocin and then eventually, have a baby.
I was beginning to wonder why I didn’t stop to have a sandwich on my way to the hospital. Thankfully though, there was a marathon of Island Hunters on HGTV to pass the time.
My cervix responded well to the Cervadil. Around 9:00, my contractions started on their own. I think around one AM, my most favorite human being in the hospital showed up – the anesthesiologist. I got my epidural, and after a long freaking day, I attempted to get some rest while we worked our way to 10 centimeters.
And then at 4 centimeters, my progress stalled.
So remember that “weird” cervix I was telling you about? And the feeling that the Baby’s head was going to fall out for so long? Well, the little stinker decided that she really wasn’t going to cooperate with coming out and moved her head out of place. For a little while, we thought maybe she had turned around again and was breech. They carted in an ultrasound machine to check and she was still head down, but without the head engaged where it should be.
Commence Birthing Ball Olympics.
And did I mentioned that my epidural was wearing off on one side?
God bless my awesome nurses, who moved me over and over again for hours, attempting to coax our stubborn little child into place. The Pitocin was flowing. My Island Hunters marathon had transitioned to Fixer Upper. At 9:45 AM, there was still no change from 4 centimeters. My OB (whom I love) told us that “it’s still just kind of a mess down there.”
Babies come when they want.
Then at 10 am, her head slipped into place. And at 10:15, my water broke. And by broke, I mean it burst like a water balloon. Like you see in the movies. Like if we had been wandering through Home Depot, they would have needed a very large mop.
At 11:00, I was at 10 centimeters. At 11:15, I felt like it was time to turn off Chip and Joanna and deliver the baby. And at 11:30, after about 3 pushes, little miss Lauren entered the world.
For the first time, I got to hold my baby as soon as she came out. After all the unpleasantness of birth was cleaned up, we let Ellie come in to meet the baby for the first time. She was so thrilled to have another sister – and even more than I ever could have expected, we were (and are) over the moon elated to have another little girl.
This life is not at all what I imagined. Of course, I still have my meathead, and there’s still a chance that sports gear will take over my house (though watching my big girls try to be athletic makes that chance seem very, very slim), but holy cow, we need to start saving for three weddings.
Welcome to the world, Lauren Ann. We are so thankful that you are here.
Yo soy La Lay 
Congratulations! Sounds like you were expecting home improvement and got last man standing.
Hahahaha, so true!! Maybe that’s where my initial day dreams came from??