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Gabriel's Birth Story

Gabriel's Birth Story

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Published by Brittany Perez
Gabriel's birth story
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Published by: Brittany Perez on Feb 07, 2013
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Gabriel, our Angel
What had started off as a joke, turned out to be ourreality. Because our first born came relatively quick fora first birth, we had joked around through the second pregnancy about how, “you better read the chapter onhow to deliver a baby.” My husband just laughed. Noseriousness at all to the “jokes”, except the small twingeof underlying questioning (or gut instinct) I had. I wasprepared for this birth to be shorter than the first, and even the OB (Dr. Soper- who is aweeesome) told us tohead to the hospital at the first onset of labor. But,where my dilemma comes is, is that my biggest fear wasthat I would show up too early to the hospital, be 3 cm.,they admit me, and I end up with some interventions Inever wanted to begin with. The flip side of that fearwas that… well, we would just not make it in time. Oh,if only I knew.On February 6
, we spent the cold Winter’s eveninginside. MIkey fell asleep around 11pm, and the crazynesting momma that I was, decided there was no bettertime to organize and get more things done. After all, Iwas within just a few days of our due date, so a fewlast minute things could certainly use to be done. As Iwas watching a movie and being productive, I becameextremely… HUNGRY. So, I decided there was no bettertime than now to head on out and get a Steak N’ Shakeburger and shake (Orange dream cycle to be exact).While out, I had noticed that I was having some crazyheart burn as well. So, I also made a quick dash intoWalgreens for some Tums. And, I am sure I said outloud to myself, “when is this baby going to drop?! GuessI better be prepared for a longer pregnancy.” I evenremember that night doing Google searches oninduction and being two weeks “overdue.”
No longer than an hour after Googling that, I (althoughI didn’t know it at the time) was at the beginning stagesof labor. After returning home with a nice full belly ofcompletely healthy and great for birthing type of foods,I decided I had better try and get some sleep. At aboutmidnight I laid down on the couch up in the loft(sleeping separately from my husband at this point,because I would be turning over 100 times a night, and getting up to use the bathroom about another 100.) Ifound myself tossing and turning, as I thought what aterrible idea it was to get that burger, and how now Iwas really paying for it because the stomach cramps Iwas having were totally not worth it. I got up once ortwice to use the bathroom, seriously kicking myself foreating something that caused this so close to having ababy. (If only I had really known how close!)At about 1:00am, I started to question if maaaybe Icould be experiencing some light contractions. Maybe itwasn’t the burger after all. So, what’s a girl to do, butcall one of her best friends and ask her her opinion onwhat to do. Of course, I would never wake up Mikey if itwere not really labor. One of us should get good sleepif the other one can not. Based on my uncertainty and calmness, my friend (Tara) advised me to drink somewater and try to rest a bit and see what happens. At thispoint (1:30am), I was still experiencing some cramping,but nothing at all consistent, or even anything that Icould time.After trying to rest for the next hour, I finally got up,went into the bedroom, woke Mikey up and said… “Imiiiight be in labor.” I seriously had no clue if I reallywas or not. I was having NO signs of symptoms of beingin labor. So, we pulled up a contraction app, and timed some contractions (if that’s what you call them. Becauseobviously, I still have no idea what that word means).Things seemed to be pretty close together, and prettylong. The contractions were about 45 seconds -1 min.
long, and about 1-2 minutes apart. This still did notseem very consistent or severe enough for me to call Dr.Soper.I went ahead and called my mom at 2:30am, telling herthat they might (notice might is used a lot in the birthstory, because there was certainly a lot of uncertainty)start thinking about coming up (from Columbus… and hour away) because I could possibly be in labor. But, Ireassured her not to rush, and that I could call back with more information. We were relying on my parentsto come up when my labor started so that they could stay at home with Samuel, while we went on to thehospital.I decided that a nice warm shower would give me timeto figure out if I was in labor or not. And, that was agood decision because I certainly figured out I was inlabor about 2 minutes after being in the shower. At about3:00am (in the shower) I started rocking back and forthchanting, “you can do this”, “God help me” and “This isnormal.” I tried filling the tub with water, as the showerwas still on, and squatting with my elbows on the edgeof the tub. This just made things more uncomfortable.All the while, Mikey is following my orders (I mean,suggestions) of gathering together some clothes and bags (no, our bags were not packed) and emptying thedishwasher. I manage to get out of the shower, and pullon some black yoga capri’s and a thin long sleeve shirt,and waddle down stairs. The first thing I see is Mikeydoing exactly what I had asked (while I was still sane),and shouted, “Why are you emptying the dishwasher?! Wehave got to get going to the hospital!” I managed tocall my mom, asking her where they were. She said, “We just left the house. You just called us a half n’hour agosaying you were not sure you were in labor.” I thenquickly assured her I now was in labor. I told her that

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