Saturday (Sept 17) I went to Shul with the kids,... Mike had to work. I was not feeling well but I had been having BH contractions for weeks and was just trying to ignore it. That day I also felt sick to my stomach and didnt want to eat at all but I was trying not to make too big of a deal of that. Around 330 I decided I needed to go home and try to relax so we left a little early. I went home.. took a hot bath (which made my back pan subside) and just tried to chill out while watching a movie with the kids and Mike. At eleven we decided to go to bed since Mike had to work Sunday too and I still didnt feel well.
I did manage to fall asleep for about an hour but just after midnight I woke up with the vague idea I had a dream about pushing out the baby. I was wet and honestly thought maybe I had confused the dream and wet myself. But when I stood up from the toilet gush more came out! I wasnt having any contractions yet though. I woke Mike up and started making phone calls. By 1230 the OB had said come to the hospital, the doula was meeting us and conractions were starting. We got checked in just after one. I was about three but contractions weren't too bad yet. By three I had made it to five, my contractions were really bad, my doula was really helping me through this while poor Michael was stuck trying to get Eliana and Nathaniel to go back to sleep. By 430 I was telling the nurse I needed to push, I was 9! Mike had finally had success and was helping me get through the worst parts. At 510 am Naomi was born. She was 8lbs 4oz. I made it with no interventions at all this time!
We did have a bit of a scare a couple hours later with some low pulse/ox readings. She had to go to the NICU for about an hour while the did chest xrays and tested for infections. She passed all the tests and her O2 improved. The conclusion is that I pushed so fast that the fluid wasnt able to completely be squeezed from her lungs.
