Our Ella Joy
Updated: Jul 16, 2020
"What is this? Kyle, what is this?!"
I felt a trickle of water run down my leg while I was busy making coffee at home on Saturday. I was currently 40 weeks pregnant and trying every midwives' tale in the books to help encourage our baby to make her entrance into the world (drinking date smoothies, applying Clary Sage Essential Oil to my feet, walking, etc).
I didn't expect to feel only a trickle when my water broke but I was fairly certain that my water had broken. I contacted my doula to let her know what had happened and tried to patiently wait for more signs of active labor. We went on a long walk, Kyle cleaned the house and we finished gathering the last minute things we wanted for our hospital stay.
Pretty much all day Saturday nothing really happened. I called my mom around 10 pm to let her know that I thought my water had broken. Being a first time mom I just didn't know what to expect and I was getting emotional on the phone because I didn't want to be wrong! We were so excited and ready to meet Ella Joy and I was going to be really embarrassed if my water hadn't broken. My mom assured me that my water had broken and said she would plan to come up the next day unless something changed.
I woke up at 4 am with contractions. I woke up at 5 am with bloody show. At 6 am I started timing the contractions to be about 6 minutes a part, but they were inconsistent. Deb, our doula, lived about an hour and 30 minutes away so she decided to come to our house after I texted her. Deb told me to wake up, eat breakfast and start a "normal" day. I made some eggs with sourdough toast and my favorite No Coast Coffee.
Kyle and I then started reviewing different labor strategies to help Ella get in position. Deb brought several Scripture cards and we played worship music throughout the house. We went on a walk, snuggled the pups, made mac n cheese for lunch and I took a long nap. At 4 pm we got in the car to head to the hospital. We stopped by Smoothie King, said goodbye to Deb (due to COVID-19 restrictions Kyle was the only person allowed in our room) and met my family in the parking lot of the maternity wing at the hospital.
We had a mini-baby shower in the parking lot before officially walking in the hospital. My parents and siblings delivered gifts for us that they had been saving for months. Everyone was able to feel Ella move, which made my mom especially happy.
We walked into the hospital close to 5 pm and they had to treat us like I was COVID-19 positive. I had taken the COVID-19 test 5 days and 2 hours before we checked in, but the staff insisted I had to retake the test because apparently it expires every five days (I was negative both times). The test I took was the "bad" one and it took my breath away.
I felt like I was living in a Monster's Inc movie. They put us in a tiny hospital room and I was overwhelmed with stress and emotion. Nothing about the hazmat suits and tiny hospital room was relaxing. One of my labor wishes was to labor in a tub, which wasn't an option at our hospital. The next best thing was a shower, which they told me would be available, so when I walked in the room and didn't see a shower it made me sob.
The staff proceeded to give me an IV, monitor Ella's heartbeat (it slightly peaked to 180 and so they wouldn't let me take the monitor off after the initial 20 minutes) and told me I had to lay down while we waited for my negative COVID-19 test results. The contractions were more intense and I felt miserable laying down while we waited. I also had to take a drug test. Two hours later the staff confirmed my water did break and we were able to move into our permanent room.