Our meeting ran late and we sat up kibitzing with other midwives until about 2 in the morning. Then we went to bed. At just after 5 am my phone rang. It only rang once, but in actuality two calls came through at precisely the same time (one went to voicemail). BOTH mothers were in labor. We threw our stuff in the car quickly and hit the road, again in the wee hours. Grabbed coffee at the drive through and then made the 2ish hour drive to the first mother's home. We arrived at about 7:30, assessed mother and baby, and got to making ready for birth. Mother sat on the edge of her sofa, breathing softly once or twice with each contraction. Between contractions we chatted as we had done for months in my office at prenatal visits. Once everything was ready, we slipped our shoes off and settled in to wait for baby. I listened to the baby again, and she sounded perfect. Now the waiting game.
By behavior I would never have guessed that this mother was in labor. She didn't look uncomfortable or even working much with her contractions, and she was very social. 8 minutes after I slipped my shoes off, mama drops to one knee beside the couch and grunts. Her water breaks. There was meconium in the fluid and A LOT of it. I listened for baby again, and could not find heart tones no mater where I listened. Just as a wee bit of anxiety started to creep up in my chest, fter about half a minute of listening, the mama sort of croaked my name, and I looked down to see the baby's entire head out. I quietly asked Haylea who was sitting on the birth stool charting, for a towel and she handed it to me without even looking. She assumed it was for the fluid on the floor. She glanced up at me to ask what heart tones were, just in time to see the whole baby slide out. Baby number 1... check.
We cleaned up, did the newborn exam, made plans to see mama the next morning, and dashed out the door. We were there 2 and a half hours total.
We had been keeping up with the other mama via text, and knew she was truly in labor, so we grabbed breakfast and coffee and went directly to mama #2. We walked in the door at about 11am. Her water had broken on the commode just as we pulled in the driveway. Again, I did a quick assessment of mother and baby and we got to the work of setting up, which was more complicated this time because we had to set up the birth pool as well. In about an hour or so we got everything set up, listening to baby every 20 minutes or so. We could tell this sweet girl was really beginning to be uncomfortable, but still, she had the softest demeanor, no sounds of distress did she utter.
Oh yeah. We never did meet the papa of the first baby until the 24 hour visit.