My labor with Storm was much longer than with first DD. I had been having contractions since about friday night on and off. Sunday DH almost didn't go back to Pa. becuse they were 6-8 min apart, but not getting stronger or harder. Monday came and contractions seemed to stop. I just felt kinda gross and we said If I didn't feel better Tuesday, then I would go to the doctors. Well, Tuesday never came.
My water broke at 1:40 am and, let me tell you, when they said "you will know" they weren't kidding! It was a weird, popping feeling. After calling DH to wake him up and tell him to come home, I headed to the hospital with my sister on the doctor's orders :) When contractions finally started, it turns out I was only 1 cm dilated, and there was talk of inducing me, but we held it off. When DH arived at 6:35a.m., I jumped to 4cm but then we seemed to get stuck around 7 cm for a couple hrs and I was wearing out. After talking to my midwife, we decided to do an IV pain med and a small amt of pitocin to help me get some rest and hopefully dilate. There was a lot of pressure with the baby trying to move down, but my body was not ready. The pain med did make me kinda loopy, but I needed the break and I think I did pass out for a bit. Eventually my body took over and we knew it was time for the next stage. Unfortunatelym this is where it went down hill. My practice has 3 midwifes: one was on vacation, one (who came in earlier) just got off duty after being on all weekend and had to go home to her kids, and I don't know what happened with the third, but I was left with a doctor I didn't know and who, while nice just was not a good fit. She was willing to work with us on positions but didn't have the knowledge and I sure didn't have it. I just knew that the standard position was not working for me and I didn't appreciate hearing, "well they look like they are working from this end." In the end, thanks to my husband, mom, plus a really great nurse, they were able to make a couple changes and she was out within a few more pushes. Then the real suprises began as they put a very large 9lb 6 oz baby on me to clean her up. She started pooping and peeing and gave the nurse a run for her money trying to clean me, my husband and the baby up. I did have them take her to the warmer for a bit because she was sounding kinda congested. After they cleaned out her lungs, and boy... does she have a set of lungs, gave her the vitemin k shot and glucose test, we snuggled for a while and she started nursing with little issue. I'll admit I did have some worry. Because of her glucose being a bit low, they were a bit over-eager to get her to nurse as soon as posible. Later that day she got her sponge bath and I was able to finally eat.