At five plus months pregnant I was feeling great; not much weight gain, still in regular clothes, skin looking good…
Who knew it would shortly be over…
I was enjoying breakfast with my friends because that’s what stay-at-home moms do. (which is probably why we can’t get anything done. “I am so busy!!!”
Yeah, busy enjoying coffee with my girlfriends.
Breakfast was great of course. It’s the only time you can eat eggs, pancakes, bacon AND home fries and not feel any guilt.
After breakfast we headed to the car where we continue to sit for another hour chatting.
Here comes out friend Barreling in – two hours late for breakfast. She’s on the phone as usual and
She hits the side of the car we are in.!! Let me remind you, she hit out PARKED car. Goes to show how little our friend was paying attention.
Have you ever had a friend that just always has her head in the clouds? Let’s just say it’s something like that.
At first we all laughed because seriously, how dumb can you be to hit a car while trying to pull into a parking spot?
What is she 15 years old?
As I was laughing, I said OMG I have to go, I think I just wet my pants from laughing so hard. (Another thing pregos ladies are allowed to get away with)
I was still giggling about this hours later.
I wasn’t laughing the next morning
It’s clear, my water broke.
At first thought I peed again but it didn’t stop. After my third pair of pants, I called my mom.
What’s the first thing we do when things go wrong?
It was really mom who convinced me my water broke. I said “no way, I am not even six months pregnant.”
I called my doctor, and, of course he said to go to the nearest hospital,
“Sounds like you are in labor”.
No, this is not happening.
Then the panic. The things that were rushing through my head,
The baby is too small, it can’t be healthy for him to come today! The room is not done and I haven’t shaved yet.
I yelled to my husband,
“We’ve got to go!”
As I explained to him what was happening I began to lose it.
Oh man, did I cry.
My husband was very calm but I know it was killing him inside. He knew of all the complications that could happen to me and the baby.
We arrived at the hospital, but the Dr. didn’t want to check me to increase the delivery but he did Say.
“Yup you are delivering today but not here! We need to transfer you to a hospital where they can handle such an early delivery.”
A short ride to the hospital, which felt like hours, I played all the scenarios in my head, thinking this poor baby! He is going to suffer because my friend is a dumb ass.
I could not have asked for a better team of people to meet that day.
Nurses, doctors, students etc. They all reassured me that its going to be OK.
“ Your water broke but we can keep him in there until he shows signs of stress or you start laboring on your own.”
What a relief.
Now the reality, the sad news. In order for this to happen
I am not going home until this little man arrives.
This was my first test as a mom of two.
I knew my other son would be heartbroken without me home.
I put him to sleep, do his morning routines, get him ready for school etc.
Let’s be honest, all goes to hell when moms aren’t around.
I was so conflicted. I secretly wanted to stay at the hospital as long as I could so this baby had more time to mature and grow. But I would so miss my son.
I got settled into my room; which was a very nice private room with a view! I was like a college kid again. (less all the partying this time around)
I became very close with the staff; they were great. My family brought them candy, pizza, anything to make them happy.
It doesn’t hurt to grease the wheel a bit.
I knew the shift changes, and their routine (one nurse I became close with gave me the low-down on who was coming and going)
Some were great, others. not so much. She warned me about not going into labor with certain staff because they just aren’t the best; not exactly on their toes in fast paced situations.
(As if I could control)
I remember thinking each day; one more day to a healthier baby and if he could stay in two more days we are closer to lungs being full term.
Fast-forward three weeks.
Yes, in the hospital for three weeks!
What I thought was gas, wasn’t. After hours walking the hospital floor to try to move the gas along I realized its not going away.
I tried to convinced myself it was the grilled cheese and French fries I had for dinner.
I was warned, “tonight is not the night , the staff was iffy.
What’s one more thing to go wrong.
Back to my gas- I mentioned it to my nurse .
She said. “Well nothing showed up on the monitors so must not be happening.”
True, the monitors showed no contractions but I knew something wasn’t right.
Finally the Dr. came in to check on me and said I had developed an infection and this baby needed to come out now.
No pain meds were able to help relieve the pain. It was like a full-blown exorcism.
The pain was unbearable.
This baby was coming still very early but I knew I was in the best place for it to happen.
I remember telling them
“Cut my clothes off” and not take the time to change me to get ready for the emergency room!
“Cut my jewelry off” vs. trying to unhitch the clasp. Just make this happen. Now!
The nurse was Oh, So SLOWWWW.
I had no time for this.
Sitting there, in full blown labor (that morphine didn’t even touch) just waiting for the call to tell us to come on down, the room is ready.
“Come on!”, I said, “ let’s go” Get me to the elevator so when they call we are there.
“Fine”, I said, “You don’t want to go?, then I’Il walk to the elevator”
Still, no go.
Finally, the doctor came in.
“OK, I am ready, but we are just waiting for your husband”.
“Um, No, we don’t have to! I am good to go right now”
I knew we lived thirty minutes away. Of course, I didn’t want him to miss the birth of his second child. BUT, sorry I was over ruling this decision.
To Be continued…..