Wednesday, September 12 - 4:30am
Water broke. At least I think that's what that is. Yep. Pretty sure that's my water... Well, this baby wants to come 3 weeks earlier than we thought...
Wednesday, September 12 - 5:30am
Well, I can't sleep. Doctor said not to call unless I was having contractions or hemorrhaging. Neither is happening. Guess I'll start to pack a hospital bag (because why would I have gotten around to packing it 3 weeks early?) and take care of those old bananas by making some muffins.
Wednesday, September 12 - 6:30am
Guess I should wake Chris up. How do I break the news to him so that he doesn't panic? Slide it into a very nonchalant sentence:
"How did you sleep?"
"Okay. I noticed you got up a lot again."
"Yeah, I couldn't sleep because my water broke so I made some muffins."
"Mmm... Muffins... Wait... Did you say...?"
Wednesday, September 12 - 7:00am
Well, doctor office doesn't open until 8am, so I might as well go to work for just a little while so I don't sit at home and get stressed out.
Wednesday, September 12 - 8:00am
Finally got a hold of the phone nurse. My doctor isn't in the office until 1pm. Yep, sounds like my water broke. They'll probably want to admit me in the afternoon unless contractions happen sooner, so head home and get a bag packed for the hospital.
Wednesday, September 12 - 8:30am
Break it to my department that my maternity leave is going to start today. Word spreads like wildfire. Suddenly 20 people are surrounding me, asking me why I'm not at the hospital RIGHT NOW. Regardless, they're all excited for me, so I wrap up what I can, hand off my projects and head home.
Wednesday, September 12 - 10:00am
Chris is also able to wrap up his day and come back home. We pack a few things in one bag for the both of us. Grab a pillow for Chris. Call our friends to see if they can watch Bree (the dog) for a few days. Pick up the house a little. Send Bree off. Sit around, wondering what to do next...
Wednesday, September 12 - 2:00pm
Phone nurse calls back. Yep! Time to head to the hospital to confirm that the water broke...
Now Chris and I are wondering if we got this all wrong. Crap. What if we have to go back and tell everyone it's a false alarm? Nope, we'd rather have the baby than be embarrassed. We are crazy.
Wednesday, September 12 - 3:00pm
All checked in, water confirmed broken. Now we give my body 24 hours from time of water breaking to see if labor will start on it's own.
Wednesday, September 12 - 4:00pm
Got an ultrasound. Baby is technically at 36 weeks, 5 days, but is measuring at 38 weeks. Position looks good!
Wednesday, September 12 - 5:00pm
Chris gets a really nice meal for dinner from the hospital. I get bread and broth. They promise another snack later if I don't go into labor.
Thursday, September 13 - 4:00am
No labor yet, so time to hook up the pitocin! It's what they use to induce labor. Your body usually makes oxytocin, but since mine wasn't kickin' in, they wanted to get things going because babies really need to be delivered once water breaks.
Thursday, September 13 - 10:00am
Absolutely no contractions yet... Turns out you can have multiple water sacks. During another check, my nurse moved baby's head and water broke! A LOT this time. And contractions were rolling by 10:15ish.
Blurry from here...
Contractions started. I asked for an epidural. Doctor came fast, but pain increased faster. Don't wait to ask for the epidural until your pain is at a 3 or 4 if you want it. I was up to a 10 with my pain very, very fast. Next time, epidural will happen sooner.
My doctor was in the hospital already delivering some other babies at the same time as I was ready. She had to wrap up delivering one, then go do a C-section, then she'd be back for me. So, no pushing until she was almost done with the C-section delivery for the other girl.
Once the nurse had me pushing, baby came pretty fast. Apparently I'm not only a good baby grower, but also a good pusher. Weird things to find out about yourself.
Baby boy, 7 lbs. 5 oz, and 18.5" long!
From there, you pretty much have to ask Chris. The next few days are quite fuzzy. Which is part of why it took so long to name the poor boy.
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