“Please come to the hospital,” my OB-GYN said that morning. It was late March, about two weeks before my due date. My contractions had started the night before, so by the time my husband dropped me off at the hospital entrance, I was already pretty far along. It was surreal to kiss him goodbye, to say “See you after I give birth to our baby.” But that’s what we did.
The security guard, clad in protective gear, scared me at first—but I quickly realized he was smiling through his mask, which was really sweet. He carried my suitcase and took me upstairs in the elevator. As I got out, he told me, “Hey, this is your second baby! You can do this!” And everyone in the hospital had that same sentiment. Because it’s more difficult to convey emotions through the masks, everyone was extra encouraging.
After I was taken to my labor and delivery room (which happened to be the same room in which I gave birth to my first child), I was given a COVID-19 test and was told the results would come back in eight hours. I passed the time by chatting with my labor and delivery nurse, a mom of four kids. We talked about her life and my son at home, which eased my stress. Then I got an epidural, which definitely helped.
I’m extremely lucky that my OB-GYN was working that day. In the midst of so many unknowns, I actually got to deliver my baby with the doctor I’ve known for so many years. In addition to her, there was another doctor from her office, my nurse, and a resident in the delivery room. One of them even helped me video chat my husband, who was reassuring me the entire time about how strong I was and that the baby was almost here.
My affirmations helped, too. I kept repeating mantras, telling myself: “My body knows what to do,” “I’ve done this before,” and “You are not alone.”
As my due date approached, I was especially nervous to be alone. My husband had been with me for the birth of our first son, and I was afraid to not have loved ones by my side. But a surprise from my friends and family helped. A friend organized video messages from loved ones near and far and sent it to me right as I arrived at the hospital. One message really comforted me when I felt particularly by myself. “Jeanne, I know you keep saying you’re alone, but you’re really not. You’re going to have a BABY. The baby is with you the whole time, and soon you’re going to meet him or her.”
My body knows what to do,” “I’ve done this before,” and “You are not alone.”