My husband Stephen and I planned a BBQ for family and friends for Easter Sunday, March 27th, 2016, but the night before Easter I fell into active labor. Being as sweet as he is, my husband offered to take me to the hospital, but me, being as stubborn as I am, said “absolutely not.” We had a BBQ planned and we’d bought so much food! I had made decorative desserts like Rice Krispies treat eggs and bunny cupcakes, and Weslie wanted to have a lemonade stand; so the BBQ must go on!
The next day I was experiencing heavy contractions as our guests started to arrive. Minute-long contractions every 3-5 minutes! I was using my breathing techniques and squeezing the heck out of my husband’s legs, doing my best to stay calm while hosting our guests and allowing friends and family to laugh and share stories. Secretly I didn’t hear any of the conversations as I was REALLY going through it. Finally, the food was ready to eat, and we did just that. We ate, and then I stood up from the table (as much as I could. I was really just hunched over using the table to support my weight and help me through my contraction). I announced I needed to leave for the hospital, but I insisted that our guests should please stay and finish all the food they would like.
My adorable husband got our car packed (he double-checked, then triple-checked, then checked again…well, you get the idea) with the hospital bag and every extra “just in case item” we could think of. The car ride was silent. My husband was just trying to pace himself and I couldn’t stop smiling and looking at his gorgeous face. Looking at my husband keeps me calm and makes me feel safe.
As we arrived at the hospital the doctors checked to see how far into labor I was. As it turned out, I was dilated to a 5, but my baby was still sitting really high in my belly. The doctor said we needed our baby to be lower down for my water to break. I told my doctor “Our baby is very moved by music.” I looked to Stephen and said “Play JUNGLE BOOGIE” (Kool and the Gang). I hope you know that jam: “GET DOWN GET DOWN da da dadada” – and as we were singing and dancing to the song I could feel my baby moving down! He was really listening to the music and doing his work.
In the meantime we got my epidural. Stephen played some encouraging music; obviously Kendrick Lamar was our choice. This was the part I was the most nervous about, because when I had my daughter Weslie, the epidural needle got stuck in my back and it was really painful to have it removed. In fact, in my last labor the epidural was the only painful thing that happened. So my nerves were very high as they were putting the needle in, but Stephen