No matter what you plan for, labor is a prime example of how life can throw a wrench in your best-laid plans!
Iâve mentioned in other posts about baby dropping and how I was feeling during those days. But looking back on the chaos of my first daughterâs birth and how I felt in the 48 hours before she was born, itâs easy to see things I missed.
I knew that sheâd dropped down. In week 36, she had dropped down. But she decided to come out during week 38, something I wasnât yet prepared for. She was born on April 16th, but my doctor had anticipated an April 30th delivery.
Now that I look back, I know why.
My deliveries for both of my daughters took place in China. The stress of living there as an American married to a Chinese man was overwhelming at times. But whether youâre here or there (or anywhere) doesnât matter. Stress can take its toll on your pregnancy, so try to keep it in check.
For my first pregnancy, I was really going for the whole âeating for twoâ thing. Only I was placating myself with foods that made me feel comfortable. I couldnât stand the smell of some of the Chinese spices used, particularly Chinese 5-spice, something I still canât really stand to this day. ð
So my husband would get me the things I wanted to eat like pizza or burgers to satisfy my cravings. But Dr. Wang had warned me not to eat so much. She said I was big and needed to watch out.
When Iâd first gotten pregnant, my husband and I were living in South Korea.
We then moved to his hometown in China right after this because we didnât want to be separated during his visa process. Whereas I felt completely comfortable and loved living in Seoul, I felt very uncomfortable in China. We werenât in some tiny village or anything, yet it felt years, decades behind even!
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It was hard for me to make friends there and unlike Korean, Chinese is very hard to learn to read. So I felt trapped and lonely. My mother-in-law would come over every day to cook for me and care for me, only she didnât speak any English and my mastery of Mandarin was severely lacking. Our apartment was small too, so I felt overwhelmed by her presence. I could hear her chewing on carrots in the kitchen even in my bedroom with the door shut!
All these things upset me, so I tried to unleash it in my writings. The day before I went into labor, I remember cleaning up the house to a perfect shine. My floors were sparkling and everything was lovely, just as I wanted it. She came in, tracking her dirty shoes all over my floor. It totally set me off and I think that added stress triggered something inside me.
The following day, she was back, driving me crazy yet again. I remember praying that she wouldnât be there when I did go into labor. I had used Google translator to beg her one more time to please let me just enjoy the last moments I had to myself for myself before this baby came. She finally listened and went home.
As I pecked away at my keyboard angrily, I felt a sudden burst of wetness. Iâd been frequenting the bathroom from the early stages of pregnancy and it had continued even after the baby dropped, but this was the first time I lost control of my bladder. Only it wasnât urine, I realized.
I stood up and more fluid poured out of me. I knew right then it was time to get going. I called my husband who immediately rushed home from work to take me to the hospital.
I wasnât dilated enough though, and long story short, I wound up waiting in a hospital bed with labor that lasted 24 hours until after a sudden turn inside of me, we decided it was best to undergo an emergency c-section. My daughter at the age of 7, almost 8, is still just as much of a drama queen, but I love her with all my heart.
My youngest was much easier when it came to bringing her into the world. For her, weâd decided on a planned c-section.
I remember she dropped around week 37. She was also born at week 38, like my first. Prior to going into labor, I remember my eldest sitting on the couch watching English cartoons and I bent to pick something up for her. I recall hearing a faint pop but didnât think a thing of it until later.
That later time was when I was snug in bed, sound asleep when I was awoken by labor pains. I knew from my first birthing experience what was happening. Calmly, I watched the clock on our wall. My contractions were very far apart at this time, so I knew better than to wake up my husband and rush to the hospital simply to sit there and be uncomfortable.
I slept the best I could and in the light of the morning, around 6 am, my contractions were progressing along. When he woke up to go to the bathroom, I told him that weâd better get going to the hospital.
This time we were calm, though it was a weekday morning and now we were in rush hour traffic. We still had plenty of time to get there though. Once we did, my doctor took one look at me and sent me in for surgery prep.
Labor is different for all of us, and even between each of your child, it can be different. You may not notice it at all when itâs happening, but when you look back, youâll see it all in a whole new light.