I really didn't think he'd come on his own. I had no reason to think he would because my first, Asher, didn't and everything was almost identical, down to my weight gain and physical advancement in the weeks up to his debut. I kept thinking I might be "leaky" but it's been warm so I'd just been sweaty. My mom's water never broke spontaneously, and apparently the movies and tv shows are wrong when they say that's the first sign of labor for the majority of women. Most women have their water broken by the doctor in the delivery room. In fact, my best friend and I mercilessly mock shows and movies where the woman's water breaks and they rush to the hospital and the baby is born seemingly moments later. We may have to change our mocking some now.
I won't say I had any premonitions or anything, but I felt very strongly about making sure the laundry was done Monday night before going to sleep, so much so that I got up and put a load of towels in the dryer at 11pm. My husband, Austin, was up reading for a bit after I fell asleep so I'm not sure how much sleep he'd actually gotten when I woke him up around 1.20 am with the announcment that my water had broken the last time I'd rolled over. He jumped into action, grabbing me towels out of the dryer (mostly dry at that point) so I could attempt to get out of bed and to the bathroom to make sure I hadn't actually just wet the bed. Within ten minutes I was having low level contractions. The first one came while I was on the phone with Mom, asking her to come watch Asher while we went to the hospital to check it out.
She got to the house around 1.45, giving us time to get our bags together (mostly...it's hard to think at that time of night with such a rude awakening) and make a vague attempt to clean up both me and the floor. We got to the hospital around 2 and were taken right to the triage area of the maternity wing where they confirmed my water had broken and I was in labor. (To that I say "duh.") About thirty minutes later we were in the labor and delivery room. I was still talking and yes, even smiling for pictures and the contractions were intensifying. Elijah's heart rate didn't change much during contractions and the nurse said she thought he was probably sleeping through them. I don't think that's fair.
They checked my advancement in L&D and discovered that he had his hand up on his head, making him breech. She tried tickling his hand a bit to get him to pull it back but it wasn't working and wow was that unplesant. She sent for the doctor immediately and by the time he got there, Elijah had moved his hand and we were just a little while from pushing. The next few contractions were hard enough that I was pushing involuntarily.
We finally decided we were ready (I say "we"...I was already there before they were) and I started pushing. I'm not even kidding when I say it was about 7 or 8 pushes and this tiny little blue person was out. Austin could see his head at one point which gave me a bit of a burst of strength to push an additional time on that contraction. Time of birth: 3.23am. Two hours and three minutes after my water broke.