February 1st wasn't looking too eventful so Zack made a smorgasbord of finger foods and we watched the super bowl. My contractions were consistently 30 minutes apart the entire game, but that wasn't anything new so we went to bed that evening just like normal. Around 1am Berkley needed assistance going to the bathroom so I got up with her. Afterward I couldn't fall asleep because the contractions were coming stronger and more consistent. By 2 they were about 10 minutes apart and I could tell they weren't going away this time.
During the last couple weeks of my pregnancy, Zack kept reminding me that he wanted to be notified about my labor via a text message that says, "It's go time." He figured he would be at work when it happened. So at about 2am on February 2nd I texted Zack, "It's go time." Then I woke him up and told him to check his phone.
Lisa happened to be awake already and rushed over. We probably got to the hospital around 3:30. I think I was dilated to 4cm when they checked me. I was expecting a super fast labor and delivery because that's what happened with Peyton but June was in no hurry. When I laid back, the contractions would subside so I kept sitting up so that gravity would help.
They continued to offer me an epidural but I kept declining because it really wasn't that bad. Eventually, when I was dilated to 6cm, the nurse informed me that the anesthesiologist would be going into a c-section and would be unavailable. She said she would hate for me to go into transition and be in a ton of pain and not have him available. So it was my last chance.
I actually considered not getting one. Because it really wasn't that bad. But the memory of the pain of Peyton's labor scared me into saying yes. I did not want to feel that again. The anesthesiologist was so funny. He was a super talkative old man who kept calling me a lightweight and told me not to move to Kansas or I would blow away. Once the medicine kicked in and I was really able to relax, it felt SO nice. I realized how tense I had really been. And how tired I was. After a while there was still a spot on the bottom-left side of my belly that wasn't numb. I told them it was fine but they said I shouldn't be in any pain so they gave me an extra shot of medicine that would keep me numb for hours and hours.
After I had the epidural and relaxed, the contractions slowed down so they gave me some pitocin to speed things along and I sat up again to help. A little before 9:30 I was fully dilated, which worked perfectly for my Dr. because I had an appointment with him at 9:30 that morning.
I've never had a specific "birth plan" before. This time I had only two requests. 1. Delayed cord clamping. 2. Immediate skin-on-skin. (I had never done either before.) Unfortunately, when the Dr. broke my water the fluid was greenish which meant the baby had pooped in there. So they would need pediatrics in the room to take the baby immediately and clean her off and make sure she hadn't aspirated the fluid. So I got neither of my requests.
June Margaret Morby was born at 9:46am on February 2nd, 2015 (Groundhog Day.) She was my biggest baby at 7lbs 8oz and 20.5in. She did aspirate some of the amniotic fluid but the nurses were great and got it all out.
We always use family names for the middle name. We went back and forth between a few and didn't actually make a decision until a few hours after she was born. We chose Margaret after Zack's Grandma Schvaneveldt (and Great Grandma Cragun.)
