Jesse's Birth Story
Submitted by A41726
My due date was November 15. I was completely miserable the last month or so of my pregnancy so the doctor said he could induce a week before my due date. I was scheduled for induction on Monday, November 8.
My last day of work was Thursday, November 4. I took it easy on Friday, took my 3-year-old son to day care, cleaned up around the house, finishing up any last-minute things that needed to be done before my new little bundle of joy came into the world on Monday. I thought about spending my last couple of days with my son to have some quality time with him before his baby brother came.
Friday night, I went to bed as usual, with nothing out of the ordinary happening. I woke up around 3:15 to pee (as usual). I tried to go back to sleep but couldn't. Then, my water broke, just as it did with my first son. Since I live two hours away from my family, I called my mom first to let her know to be on her way since I'd be going to the hospital soon. I left a message for my husband to let him know It was time to go (he and I are separated and he lives two hours away as well), then called my doctor to let him know the induction wouldn't be happening since I'd be heading to the hospital shortly. No problems talking to the doc. I was having no signs of labor other than my water breaking slightly. He informed me since I sounded fine and wasn't having any pains that I could wait for my mom to arrive and then head to the hospital in a couple hours.
I jumped in the shower, and that's when the pain started, with a vengeance! Contractions started coming hard and strong within a matter of minutes after getting off the phone with my doctor. I managed to wash my hair and important parts but quickly realized I needed help FAST! Oh, and somewhere in the middle of all the phone calls, I somehow went downstairs and unlocked my front door for some strange reason. Glad I did!
I quickly got out of the shower to use the toilet for what I was hoping would just be a really good poop, but realized this was not the case and I was going to have this baby ... NOW! I called my mom back to tell her I thought I was going to have to call 911, which I did next.
I told the 911 operator that I was in labor and needed an ambulance and that my 3-year-old son was sleeping in my room. He asked for my age and whether the door was unlocked for the paramedics to get in and then, I felt like the heavens opened up and little Jesse's head came out, while I was still on the toilet, to which the operator replied, "Ma'am, you need to get off of the toilet" ... No, really?!? I managed to scoot off of the toilet and squat on the floor, and a minute or so later, Jesse finished his grand entrance into the world into my hands. I was able to scoot myself around on the floor to lean up against the bathtub so I was slightly more comfortable (yeah right!) and then I had to sit and wait another 10 minutes or so until the paramedics got there. And that is how my little Jesse came into the world. Delivered at home all by myself with NO drugs and NO help other than the very kind and helpful 911 operator named Angel.
Definitely a great story to tell my little Jesse when he gets older. And I have a copy of the 911 tape to treasure his first little cries forever and ever! My 3-year-old was especially excited about riding in the ambulance. That was the best part, for him anyway.
I'm just glad there were no complications and me and my little Jesse were just fine. He was put under the heat lamp for a short time at the hospital but everything turned out just fine and we were released from the hospital the very next day. The end.
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My last day of work was Thursday, November 4. I took it easy on Friday, took my 3-year-old son to day care, cleaned up around the house, finishing up any last-minute things that needed to be done before my new little bundle of joy came into the world on Monday. I thought about spending my last couple of days with my son to have some quality time with him before his baby brother came.
Friday night, I went to bed as usual, with nothing out of the ordinary happening. I woke up around 3:15 to pee (as usual). I tried to go back to sleep but couldn't. Then, my water broke, just as it did with my first son. Since I live two hours away from my family, I called my mom first to let her know to be on her way since I'd be going to the hospital soon. I left a message for my husband to let him know It was time to go (he and I are separated and he lives two hours away as well), then called my doctor to let him know the induction wouldn't be happening since I'd be heading to the hospital shortly. No problems talking to the doc. I was having no signs of labor other than my water breaking slightly. He informed me since I sounded fine and wasn't having any pains that I could wait for my mom to arrive and then head to the hospital in a couple hours.
I jumped in the shower, and that's when the pain started, with a vengeance! Contractions started coming hard and strong within a matter of minutes after getting off the phone with my doctor. I managed to wash my hair and important parts but quickly realized I needed help FAST! Oh, and somewhere in the middle of all the phone calls, I somehow went downstairs and unlocked my front door for some strange reason. Glad I did!
I quickly got out of the shower to use the toilet for what I was hoping would just be a really good poop, but realized this was not the case and I was going to have this baby ... NOW! I called my mom back to tell her I thought I was going to have to call 911, which I did next.
I told the 911 operator that I was in labor and needed an ambulance and that my 3-year-old son was sleeping in my room. He asked for my age and whether the door was unlocked for the paramedics to get in and then, I felt like the heavens opened up and little Jesse's head came out, while I was still on the toilet, to which the operator replied, "Ma'am, you need to get off of the toilet" ... No, really?!? I managed to scoot off of the toilet and squat on the floor, and a minute or so later, Jesse finished his grand entrance into the world into my hands. I was able to scoot myself around on the floor to lean up against the bathtub so I was slightly more comfortable (yeah right!) and then I had to sit and wait another 10 minutes or so until the paramedics got there. And that is how my little Jesse came into the world. Delivered at home all by myself with NO drugs and NO help other than the very kind and helpful 911 operator named Angel.
Definitely a great story to tell my little Jesse when he gets older. And I have a copy of the 911 tape to treasure his first little cries forever and ever! My 3-year-old was especially excited about riding in the ambulance. That was the best part, for him anyway.
I'm just glad there were no complications and me and my little Jesse were just fine. He was put under the heat lamp for a short time at the hospital but everything turned out just fine and we were released from the hospital the very next day. The end.
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