This Runner's Trials

Hadley’s birth story: Part 1

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I woke up on Thursday morning, April 10, feeling uncomfortable. That day, I hit the 39-week mark in my pregnancy, and was suddenly ready to be done. I was crampy, had back pains, and was a super crank.

Then I received some very sad news that put my “pains” in perspective. My nanny  became unexpectedly ill and she would not recover. She only had hours or days left. My mom was able to tell her that my daughter’s middle name would be Virginia – both nanny’s and my mom’s names – before she became unresponsive. I felt terrible that I couldn’t get to NJ to say good-bye, so I made it my goal to have Hadley before she passed away. Her only other great-grandchild is Wyatt, so I wanted her to know she had a great-granddaughter too before she passed. (I ended up having Hadley the same day my nanny passed away – Hadley was born first. It was a bittersweet day for my family.)

nanny wyatt 2.12

Nanny meeting Wyatt two years ago.

So, I made it my goal to get Hadley out. I went running for the first time in 3 weeks on Thursday and all that pressure I felt on my previous last pregnant run? Yeah, it was gone. I tried a few other old wives’ tales, too, and… nothing.

Friday morning, I woke up feeling super wet and all of the lymph nodes in my armpits were swollen and painful. A few nights before, I felt a pop in my stomach. I thought it was my water breaking but nothing ever came out that night. But… maybe I had a slow leak? I called my midwife and she agreed that I should be checked before the weekend just in case.

I passed 2 of the 3 amniotic fluid tests – my fluid wasn’t pooling and didn’t fern under the microscope, but it turned some special paper blue. I also hadn’t made any progress in the past 1.5 weeks – I was still 3cm, 70% effaced, and 0 station. My midwife said I may have a high leak and she’d check me again on Monday and then decide what to do.

My heart sank. “Decide what to do” in my head meant I’d be induced. I didn’t mention this publicly, but it was my dream to go into labor naturally this time. With Wyatt, my water broke but labor never started, so I needed pitocin. I never felt a real labor contraction – pitocin ones are totally different – and I just wanted that experience so badly. I know it sounds ridiculous, but it was some weird goal of mine.

Still, as I was leaving the office, my midwife told me that maybe she’d see me in the hospital on Sunday because she was working. This was odd because it’s exactly what my other midwife said to me on my last visit before I had Wyatt.

Even though I was really upset about nanny and my lack of progress, the next 24 hours were pretty amazing otherwise. Jeff and I went to my favorite restaurant early Friday. We were home in time to take Wyatt on a long walk before bed, and he was so happy to run through the neighborhood. And that night something amazing happened – I went to bed at 10:30 pm and slept 8 hours uninterrupted for the first time in many months. Instead of getting up and doing work, I decided to lay in bed until Wyatt woke up. He slept until 8am, which is crazy late for him. Jeff turned to me and said, “you’re going to go into labor today because this was the perfect morning.”

It was a nice day, so I went on a run/walk after breakfast. It was 3.25 miles, but I ran one of the middle miles completely – at a 10:55 minute/mile pace. I felt really good on my “run” and wondered why I ever stopped in the first place.

When I came home and went to the bathroom, I noticed some blood when I wiped. But it wasn’t enough to be alarmed. Then, I went to go pick up my BFF from the airport and we went to lunch. I went to the bathroom again and noticed more blood. I was starting to get a little concerned.

Once we got home, I called my midwife and she sent me to get checked at the hospital. Jeff and I took our bags just in case, but I knew we’d be coming home. It was 4pm and Wyatt was still napping. I didn’t want to wake him to say good-bye because he didn’t fall asleep until late. There was no way I was having a baby without saying bye to Wyatt. None.

On the way to the hospital, I started having contractions. They came every 5 minutes but were more bothersome than painful. At the hospital, I was sent to a triage room and they hooked me up to the monitor. The nurse said, “do you feel those contractions you’re having?” I said yes, but that I wasn’t in labor. She laughed at me. Then I explained how I didn’t get to say bye to my son and that I wanted to eat a good dinner before having a baby. I begged her to let me go home, and she laughed again. So did Jeff.


My midwife came in and checked me. My cervix was a little thinner, but I wasn’t any more dilated. She said the blood was probably my bloody show and that I ‘d likely go into labor soon. I told her that I really wasn’t ready to have the baby yet – I had to see Wyatt one last time to let him know what was happening and eat dinner first. She checked me again, was silent for awhile, and said OK – I could leave! I was so happy.

We were discharged at 6:30 pm. Jeff and I picked up Chipotle on the way home and stopped at Redbox for a movie. I thought my contractions were getting more painful and closer together, but I tried to ignore them.

By the time we got home, I was definitely in more pain. I could barely eat and it was getting hard to talk. I thought maybe it was labor, but I knew I had to time my contractions for an hour before we could be sure – the last thing I wanted was to go back to the hospital for no reason. Except, I kept forgetting to hit my app to time my contractions. I wanted Jeff to focus on Wyatt, and I was concentrating on different ways to breathe and get through my contractions. I kept having to reset the timer. When I was actually entering my contractions, they were 3 minutes apart and lasting for about a minute each. I thought it was user-error, though, because that sounded too close together.

It was getting close to Wyatt’s bedtime, so we took him out in the backyard to run his energy out. This is when I knew it was the real deal. I was hunching over the steps on his swing set with each contraction, and almost unable to speak. In fact, Wyatt was the only person I’d talk to. I couldn’t waste energy speaking to anyone else.

I was thrilled. I got my wish and went into labor naturally. I finally felt what real contractions were like -- they hurt but weren’t as intense as I imagined they’d be. Each contraction wrapped from my lower abdomen around to my lower back – completely different from the Braxton Hicks I felt earlier in pregnancy that were up higher. I assumed we had plenty of time because they weren’t that painful. I refused to leave before putting Wyatt to bed and showering.

A decision I would soon regret…


Week 39 update – she’s here!

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Our baby girl made her swift appearance first thing on Sunday morning!


Say hi to Hadley! We love her so much.


Hadley Virginia

born 4/13/14 at 12:21 a.m.

7lbs 4oz, 19.5 inches


I’ll share more soon!


Pregnancy update: week 38

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Whoa. I never, ever expected to be writing a week 38 update! But here I am, still pregnant at 38 weeks + 4 days – and thrilled about it!


38 weeks now vs. me with week old Wyatt! Crazy to think I had an 11-day old at this point last time.

Weight gain: up 35 pounds exactly. This is a sad milestone because now I weigh the same as Jeff. I’d like to stay pregnant another week and don’t want to pass him, so I told him that he needs to overindulge this week so he gains weight, too. (I’m totally kidding – I really don’t care if I pass him!)


I thought I was in labor a week ago. I was having contractions for hours. They were more painful than Braxton Hicks and only a few minutes apart. I was even timing them for awhile. But then they disappeared – phew! At my 37-week checkup, I was 3cm dilated, 70% effaced, and 0 station. I have my 38-week checkup today and I am really hoping for zero progress.

Because I am sick! I thought it was just allergies, but I took a turn for the worse this weekend. I even went to urgent care and I have a sinus and ear infection. I feel awful. It’s my goal to get 100% better by the time I go into labor. I could not imagine giving birth while sick. Not to mention, I don’t want to transfer any of my germs to my newborn!

So, I’m really hoping I stay pregnant for another week. Pregnancy-wise, I feel pretty good and am enjoying this stage of pregnancy. We’re as prepped for her arrival as we can be, I’m at peace with not working out, and I’m just cherishing my alone time with Wyatt. The calm before the storm if you will. The end of pregnancy is also nice because nothing freaks me out. Contractions? Extra pressure? Punches on my cervix? Yup, all totally fine and not at all scary at this point in the game.


Looking really rough, yikes! I was out of bed maybe 2 hours yesterday.


I went from being angry and depressed about not running to accepting and being OK with it this past weekend (yeah, stages of grief over not running – #runnerproblems). I’ve really been enjoying the walks through my neighborhood – our gorgeous spring weather this week has certainly helped!

  • M: 30min elliptical
  • Tu: 3mi walk
  • W: OFF
  • Th: 30min elliptical
  • F: 2.25mi walk
  • S: 3.25mi walk
  • S: sick

Once I get better, I’m going to keep walking on nice days and hitting the elliptical on yucky days. I’m pretty sure my days in the pool are over. Swimming just involves way too much work for me now – getting into a swim suit, finding my goggles and swim cap, waiting for a lane, getting out of my swim suit, showering. I’m so lazy.

I’ve had a few people ask me if I’m trying to “walk” the baby out. And, no, I’m not! I’m just trying to stay active like I have been all pregnancy. I do not really believe that walking – or any exercise for that matter – induces labor. Actually, I only think that two of the old wives’ tales for labor induction hold some merit – acupuncture and sex for prostaglandins to thin the cervix – but that’s not something I’m going to worry about until 40 weeks.


Look how lopsided my belly is! She scrunches her butt up on the right side every night.

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