I can't believe it's been 5 months already. 5 months since I gave birth to the most amazing little person. In some ways it seems like just yesterday and others, eons ago.
I find myself thinking back to that day often. Mostly when i'm driving to or from work for some reason, I just think about the emotions, the pain, the will to get through labor to meet this little person I had been harboring for 9 months. It's something I don't ever want to forget. So, since I have yet to write out my birth story, I will post it here.
Friday night, Feb 12th I starte to have contractions, coming irregularly and not horribly strong, but they weren't going away. Mark and I even went on a late night walk, complete with a flashlight, to try and get the contractions to either stop, or progress. Well, they didn't stop, and 18 hours later we were in triage being told to go home. 1 hour after getting home, they stopped.
Monday night I had contractions again, this time they were a little more intense, around 5 minutes apart, but never got much worse and they started to go away on our drive into work.
Despite the fact that the contractions were gone, I called my doctor's office to let them know what was going on, and make sure I was doing all the right things. When on the phone with the nurse she asked if my water had broke, and I responded 'no, but I have had constant wetness in my underwear.' She suggested we come in just to make sure everything was okay. Now, as a side note, I had 'leaking' for much of my pregnancy, but always chalked it up to the inability to hold my bladder.
We got to the OB's office and my doctor was on vacation so I saw the on call doctor for her, and I knew right away that I didn't like her. She was Asian, and had a very thick accent. i'm sure she was good at what she does, but she didn't have the best bedside manners, and she didn't know my history like my doctor did. She checked my progress and I was about 95% effaced and 2cm dialated, not much change from the weekend when I was in triage. She then performed a test to make sure I wasn't losing amniotic fluid. Well, I was, which meant immediate induction.
Mark and I kinda looked at each other with a little bit of shock and awe that this was happening so quickly. We had just been at work that morning, and it was a good thing we had both turned our computers completely off! We called our parents and headed to check into L&D and was checked in at about 12:30pm.
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