Thursday, February 16, 2012

I'll Take The Ruby Rae and the Check Please (Birth Story Part 1)


So, we have a baby!  A baby!!  And she's two weeks early!  (not that I am complaining, we are thrilled to have her here!)

So, how did this all go down? Did I follow my easy breezy birth plan?  Did I like candles, listen to Enya and sip on herbal tea as Deirdre made her way into the world with Zen like style?  um. no.

So, I was at dinner with a friend (At Pizza Luce in Uptown) and after dinner I suddenly felt little bubbles in my undies region and suddenly my legs were soaked.  Now, as I am in my third trimester, I wasn't entirely sure if I hadn't just totally lost function of my bladder or if indeed my water had broken. Luckily, this friend is a very good, old friend who was quick to toss me my coat and walk behind me through the crowded restaurant sparing my dignity.

I went to the restroom, still wasn't sure about the pee vs amniotic fluid situation. This was a situation I didn't expect to encounter, umm ever.  As we walked to the car, I continued to leak. . . which made me pretty convinced that we were in more of the water breaking situation. Thankfully.

After a quick departure from the restaurant around 9:30, I decided to drive home and see if I started to have any contractions.  I made calls to my OB and to Matt and all agreed that it was time to go in. 

By the time I got home, I still wasn't having contractions so I decided to send an email to my boss and take a shower since I knew it could be a while until I would be able to shower again.  Matty hopped in a taxi so that he could baby sit and Joan showed up and made the startling, but all too true comment that it didn't appear that we were ready for this. We did some last minute packing and headed to the hospital.

We arrived at 11:30 or so and by the time we got there I was starting to have some light contractions similar to menstrual cramps and they confirmed that my water did break.  I was admitted to the hospital and reached my room at midnight or so.  At that point, I hadn't dilate past the 3.5 that I was two weeks ago. . . . so

Next Up: Birth Story Part 2-  I dilate like James counts. . . .

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