November 28th, 2012. My due date. After much speculation that I would deliver my baby early, I didn’t. My husband would talk to my belly and tell the baby to stay in there until at least 4pm on my due date, as he would be home from work then. Low and behold, at 5pm on my due date, I went into labour. My contractions were fairly consistent and were about 5 minutes apart right from the get go. We live 8 minutes from the hospital, so we gave them a call, explained what was going on, and they told me to come in for an assessment because we lived so close. I figured it was better to be safe than sorry, so to the hospital we went.
My water hadn’t broken, but I was definitely in labour. After a few hours in the hospital, they suggested that I go home, as I was still only 2cm dilated. I had a bath when I got home and tried to sleep, but the contractions made it pretty difficult. The next morning I woke up and ate breakfast. During breakfast, my contractions got stronger and closer together. Once I began timing them, they were roughly 2 minutes apart. I jumped in the shower and while getting dressed I realized it was hard to stand up during a contraction. We called the hospital to tell them we were on our way.
Once we arrived on the maternity floor, I broke down in tears, probably because I realized that this baby would actually be here by the end of the day and everything seemed so surreal. I was on the hospital bed getting through the contractions when we had to call my OB in to break my water. I was 5-6cm dilated at this point. The contractions became much more intense after my water was broken.
The hospital I delivered at had really large birthing suites that had tubs in them. i moved into the tub and had the jets on my lower back to ease the pain of the contractions. I told my husband to go home and let our dogs out because I felt alright and I thought there would be enough time for him to do so. I sat in the tub, sipping ginger ale and had nurses coming in to check on me every so often. I was told that I should let them know once I got to the point where I felt like all I could do was push.
Once I got to this point, my husband was still gone and when I told the nurse, she check and I was only 7cm dilated. At this point I decided to request an epidural. I didn’t have a birth plan, but when people would ask me what I preferred during my labor, I told them that I’d like to go epidural free, but would do whatever I had to in order for my baby to enter the world safely.
My husband got back when I was making my request for the epidural. According to him, I used some more colourful language when referring to the epidural. He helped me out of the tub and over to the bed where they were set up with the epidural. The nurse did one last check. I was 10cm and the baby was crowning – no wonder I felt like all I could do was push! Due to the baby crowning, an epidural was out of the question, which I was ok with. I just wanted to start pushing this human out of me. I listened to the nurses and only pushed when they said to. My OB raced across the parking lot and made it just after I began pushing. The nurses had me prepared to push for a couple of hours, as they said most first timers tend to push for two hours.
As I was pushing, I knew it wasn’t going to take me two hours. After 10 minutes of pushing, Odin Edward Khan made his was into the world. We didn’t find out the gender ahead of time, so when he exited, my husband looked at me with the biggest smile on his face and said, “it’s Odin!”
I started crying when they put Odin on my chest and I was overcome with the most blissful feeling. This little boy became my everything. It was the greatest experience of my life. The best day of my life. And to this day, Odin makes everyday a great day.
My labour and delivery story isn’t very dramatic. I was able to deliver my baby the way I had hoped to and he was perfectly healthy. There was nothing more I could have asked for.