Around 2:30am my husband gets into bed. He was on the computer. I was a good girl. I went to bed at 10pm. To give him space, I move over. POP! "I think my water broke!" Never mind, perhaps it is my imagination. I start to lay back down. Wetness. My water did break! We lay down a shower curtain on the carpet of our bedroom.
I am having contractions. Labor can take hours. I had four hours of sleep. My husband had none. We decide to go back to bed. He will try to sleep on the floor, while I labor in bed. The contraction get stronger. So strong that I hope they will not get any more stronger. I am still expecting hours of labor left. I had to go to the bathroom. I waddle to the toilet. Once I am in front of the toilet, I get the sudden urge to vomit. (If I had the urge sooner I would have RAN, not walk, to the bathroom.) Of course, I vomit into the toilet. I sit on the toilet. I pee and poop. I get the sudden desire for needing my husband to be near me.
I call for my husband. He does not come. I crawl back to the bedroom and shout for him to wake up. He wakes up with a start. I have an involuntary pushing urge. The baby's head crowns. My husbands takes a few picture and catches the baby. 5:13am.
I pick up my new daughter. I try to nurse her. The contractions hurt too much to be just a placenta in me. Something is not right. I complain to my husband. He cuts the cord to the baby. I move back into the bathroom. I am in a kneeling squat, using the edge of the bathtub for support. I give strong voluntary pushes. The "placenta" feels hard and bony.
My husband sees a bulge coming out. He prepares to deliver the "placenta". He see an awfully big and featureless bag full of icky juice. He spies an ear. This is not a placenta. It is another baby still in her caul. I give a huge push. The bag breaks. Husband catches baby B.
Baby B is not breathing. I tell my husband to start rescue breathing. (Reminding him to use only the air in his cheeks.) My husband gives only two breaths and gives up. I take baby B from him and tell him to get my Heart and Hands book. I continue rescue breaths. My husband fails to notice that I put post-it notes to mark places in the book that might be needed in a hurry. He looks up "Infant Resuscitation" in the index. I notice a pulse in the her cord. (DAH, my high school CPR class did not tell me to check for a pulse there.) Baby B starts to take breaths on her own. My husband instructs me to talk to Baby B and keep her warm. I tell her to "Keep breathing!".
Baby B's breathing and color improves. Things are stable. We should have baby B checked out by our family Ped. After arranging childcare for our sons, we take the girls to the Ped. Both girls are fine.