Man I'm horrible at this blogging thing.
Anywho, it's been over a year now since my little H-Bot was born -it's been 19 months! Now that we have another one on the way I've been thinking a lot about the time right after H was born. And I want to share my story.
Mind you all, I'm not a great story teller. I'm not a master of words nor am I good at explaining things but I want to give it a shot. I want people to know what I went through in hopes that it will help anyone else who goes through it and also people will know what is going on with me if it happens with this one, and it probably will.
Since this is going to be a long one, I'm gonna break it up into a couple different posts.
Here is Part 1:
I woke up fairly early on Sunday November 15th 2009 with cramp-like pain. I told Hubs I was pretty sure I was having contractions. He, being the fab hubs he is and actually paying attention in birthing class, suggested trying to go back to sleep. I think we did for a bit but then I couldn't sleep any more. I figure there is no way I'm having the baby that day. My friend had a baby 2 months previous and had contractions for daaaays before. So I told him we better get ready for church and he said something like "uh....I don't think we're going." He's so smart.
I may have showered sometime in here. I don't remember. I do know I got dressed but didn't put on any make up. I know we ate a little and tried to watch a movie, another thing we learned in birthing class to try to take the edge off the pain. I didn't choose a very good movie though. I watched "Clue" which I can recite from memory. You should choose something that you need to concentrate on but I wanted something to cheer me up.
The contractions were gradually getting worse and closer together. Hubs is timing them and writing it down in a notebook.
I decided it was finally time to start packing a hospital bag. Yes, even a day past my due date I still hadn't even started packing. A lovely character flaw: I always think I have more time.
As I'm shoving things in a bag, trying to remember what I wanted to pack, Hubs called the hospital to see if we should go in. The nurse wanted to talk to me. I got on the phone and gritted my teeth and paused during contractions. I must have been quite convincing. She sounded like she wanted to tell me not to come in but instead said I could come in if I wanted however, since it would be a shame to get sent home, it may be good to try to wait a bit longer. I said ok and gave the phone back to Hubs.
As I'm shoving things in a bag, trying to remember what I wanted to pack, Hubs called the hospital to see if we should go in. The nurse wanted to talk to me. I got on the phone and gritted my teeth and paused during contractions. I must have been quite convincing. She sounded like she wanted to tell me not to come in but instead said I could come in if I wanted however, since it would be a shame to get sent home, it may be good to try to wait a bit longer. I said ok and gave the phone back to Hubs.
By this time I'm bawling and just keep saying that I'm not ready, I'm not ready. I go to the kitchen and grab the snack bag (the one thing I had packed before hand) and double checked it. My poor poor wonderful Hubs. During all this, he is packing his bag and putting the car seat in the car (yet another thing we "have more time for") He's also running around trying to finish everything I'm starting, like packing my bag and getting toiletries and entertainment for before birth and during the hospital stay, because I keep pausing/stopping to let the pain pass. I told him we better just go to the hospital. The contractions are around a minute long and 3-4 minutes apart and had been like that for an hour or so.
Hubs shoves everything in the car and off we go.
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