(Emma Jane’s birth story was verrrryyy long–I apparently can’t tell the short version–so I’m going to divide Ezra’s into parts. Can’t predict how many parts it’ll end up being. )
Ezra Tyler Upchurch was born at 6:56 a.m. on Saturday, April 13, 2013, eleven days after his estimated due date of Tuesday, April 2.
The weekend before my due date I was on pins and needles. I went into labor with Emma Jane four days before my due date, so I figured chances were high that I’d have Ezra before his EDD as well. Monday my mama came to spend the day and help with Emma Jane. At that point my imagination was exaggerating every Braxton Hicks into the real thing. We decided to spend the afternoon at the park where I walked two miles, and when we got back I started having mild contractions. Woohoo! I immediately jumped into action on my plan of not jumping into action when I started labor. I made cookies and didn’t try to do any extreme labor management techniques yet. I had a very detailed plan in mind for what I was going to do (and not do) to avoid the exhaustion at the end of labor that led to complications with Emma Jane’s birth…since I was certain I would have another long labor.
Contractions continued throughout the evening, slowly getting a little stronger and a little closer together. After supper they started averaging ten minutes apart. I texted my midwife a head’s up that I might be in labor, Mama decided to spend the night, and we settled in to watch ‘The Hobbit’. I was convinced I was really in labor: it seemed to be the same labor pattern I had with Emma Jane. I was going to have a baby on my due date! In keeping with my plan to rest in early labor, I laid down on the couch…and the contractions slowed down. I ended up going to bed with mild contractions around fifteen minutes apart, hoping they’d intensify during the night.
I woke up the morning of my due date still having occasional mild contractions…but it looked as if they were going to peter out. At 9:00 a.m. I told Tyler to go to work–I’d call him if they started back up. It was raining, so Mama, Emma Jane, and I went mall-walking to get them started back up. It didn’t work. I only had one contraction the whole time we were there. Eventually I accepted that I wasn’t in labor and Mama went home.