My due date was approaching (not quick enough in my mind). November 9th. I went to my weekly Doctor appointment that Monday, November 2nd. After a quick check-up the doctor said, “You aren’t dilated, so I guess I will see you next week.”
The next morning (Nov. 3rd) I had to attend a resume work shop as part of my severance package for being “displaced” by my company. I attended the 4 hour seminar, where I was unable to concentrate. I think I was making other people nervous. They kept mentioning how close my due date was and how I could leave if I needed to. I felt fine, just annoyed that I was attending something for a job I no longer had. After the seminar, I went home to walk the dog. As we were getting back towards my apartment, I noticed my mom’s car in the parking lot. “Oh lovely,” I thought, “a surprise out of town visitor with overnight bags in tow!”
I grumbled a hello and went inside. My mom went to unpack, jabbering on about going to Peek-a-Boo baby to look at some “darling prints” or some crap like that. I was irritated. I called my sister, “Ugh, mom showed up. “ My sister inquired as to why I was so annoyed. I had no answer and realized I was being irrational/hormonal and set up reorganizing the kitchen cupboards. Yes, the cupboards needed to be rearranged RIGHT NOW.
After a shopping adventure, my mom and I decided to make dinner. I was whipping up some sweet potato fries in the kitchen when suddenly….”Um, mom? My water just broke.”
She looked at me startled, “Are you sure?”
“Yep, pretty sure, can’t mistake that feeling.”
Having your water break only happens in around 1 out of 10 pregnancies (don’t quote me on that…), so I was a little shocked myself. I had not even felt a contraction! I called the doctor’s office (which was closed) and talked to the answering service. “Yes, I am a patient there, and my water just broke.”
“Are you sure?”
Seriously? After verifying it had in fact broke, she told me to get to the hospital ASAP. I called my friend Amy, who was not only my wonderful labor and delivery coach, but a labor and delivery nurse at the hospital. “Hey Amy, my water broke.”
“Are you sure?” was her reply (naturally), “Some people just pee their pants.”
I was certain this was my water breaking and not a bladder mishap. She told me to come in with my bags and HURRY! I ran to grab my bag, camera, let the dog out, turn off the oven, clean up the kitchen. Wait a second, my mom is here! Why is she not helping while I run around all panicked!?! There she is, on the computer. “Hey, how do I send an email?”
ARE YOU FRIKKEN KIDDING ME MOM?!?!
“MOM!! We have to go to the hospital, no emails!”
We get to the hospital where I am rushed to a room. It is verified my water did in fact break, and I am dilated…to a one. All of that for a frikken one. Then all of a sudden I felt the first contraction. The next thing I heard was “would you like your epidural?”
After that I spent the next hour or so watching TV (Biggest Loser) and talking. Then they checked me again. Before they checked, they said, “Don’t expect too much, you were only at a one.” Then I heard, “Nine, you can start pushing!”
The next few hours (yes, hours) were a blur. Pushing, back pain, not feeling anything from the waist down….Then the nurse left the room. I heard her talking to someone about progression and something not going right. Then the doctor and about 4 other people barreled into the room. A quick check and the doctor said, “The umbilical cord is around the baby’s neck I need you to push. The baby has to come out NOW. I will use a vacuum to help, but you only get three tries and then we have to do a c-section.”
I did not spend three hours pushing to have a c-section. Baby boy was coming out, and coming out healthy. The doctor assisted with the vacuum once. Then twice. “Ok,” I was told, “This is it or we need to do a c-section.”
I am fairly certain I was crying at this point. But I pushed, and suddenly I heard the sweetest cry in the world. A second later he was placed in my arms and I swooned over him, “Hi honey! I love you.” I have no idea what was going on around me after that. I was so consumed with everything. You always hear that you won’t understand the love someone has for their child until you have one of your own. And WOW.
Little HJ came into the world at 3:15am on November 4th, weighing 6lbs, 15 oz.
We spent the next two days recovering at the hospital. Families and friends visited, everyone wanting to give love to the sweetest little man. I felt so blessed that this wonderful little child chose me as his mommy!