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The Looong Weekend...

It's been a very long weekend here this weekend.

Spent all of Friday waiting on news about the lovely Leah and her precious little boy bundle. Had had a few niggles, but just felt like nothing would start up for real until I heard that baby Bang Bang was earthside.

Saturday morning brought the wonderful news of his post midnight birth, and the timing was good because I'd been having a few actually painful contractions during the night, and into the wee hours of the morning. These picked up once I knew Leah and the baby were safe and sound, and I had high hopes of our little bundles having the same birthday :)...

However, by about midafternoon the contractions, which had been 20 minutes apart, and not so painful that I couldn't talk through them, petered out to about 45 minutes or so. I managed to even catch a nap for 1hour and 15 minutes without a contraction!

When I woke up (with a big, ouchy contraction), they resumed the 20 minute timeline, and kept that up for about 4.5 hours, and then started to peter out again in the later evening. I was disappointed to be going to bed without my own little baby earthside, but the contractions did keep coming every 30-40 minutes or so throughout the night, letting me know that things hadn't stalled altogether.

By about 3.30am, the pain had intensified enough that I had to get up. For the next 3 and a bit hours, I laboured in the dining room, timing the contractions online and surfing the net. They were coming anywhere from about 11-30 minutes apart, moreso the latter towards daylight.

Once Dave and the boys were up, I went to bed for a catnap - contracting even half hour or so.

Got up a couple of hours later and had something to eat. Continued to monitor contractions and also organised for Jen to give Dave a lift to the shops to get us some groceries. After lunch, the big boys had a nap and I had a bath, which was fantastic. The contractions were quite spaced out by now, so once out of the bath I decided to have another nap. Dozed for another couple of hours, contracting every 30 minutes.

When I got up, Dave made dinner, and I noticed the contractions were more intense again, and getting closer together, down to about 14 minutes apart. I ate dinner, and then set up the bedroom in case I had a baby within a few hours, LOL...

Had spoken to my midwife during the afternoon, appraising her of the events of the weekend, and she suggested some committed nipple stimulation to see if we couldn't get the contractions to happen a little closer together. Jen had also told me how she did some frog marching to encourage contractions when they slowed in Archie's labour. I found the nip stim didn't stimulate contractions for me, but the marching did. I managed to get the contractions to come every 6 minutes or so...

Sadly, as soon as I stopped, so did the contractions. And not only that. They stopped for 35 minutes!!! It was like my body was telling me not to try and rush things, or it would slow things down even more to compensate.

At this point I decided to take a break from it all.

I sat down to watch tv, and found the contractions started to come at just under 30 minute intervals again. I went to bed at about 12.45am, and was then woken every 20-25 minutes with contractions until about 4am. The contractions were painful enough that I had to hop out of bed and pelvic rock through them, defintely can't talk through them now, rofl...

Since I got up, they've been between 20 and 14 minutes apart between 1-2 minutes long... Pain, quite intense now...

I've had lots of small shows over the past two days as well, so something is happening.

I'm two days off the gestation I was when I had Bryn, so that's promising too (that it can't really be to much longer)...

One thing I'm definitely feeling though is that any attempt to hurry this process along just seems to slow it down, so I'm pretty much just observing what's happening now, not trying to influence it anymore...

Comments

Stitch Sista said…
Baby does sound very close now Sif. I remember my day of prelabouring all too well...still not believing baby was really coming, and wondering how long I'd have to put up with painful cxs that didn't go anywhere.

It will be here before you know it. Blessings.
Stephanie said…
OH yes. Very close indeed. I wonder if he has been waiting for Tuesday, so he can share his birthday with Luca? Little rascal LOL

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