Is this For REAL!?
My hubby and I knew we had a full action-packed holiday ahead of us, but having this baby was not initially on the itinerary. Thanksgiving was Thursday, which was to be followed by the hubby doing some Black Friday shopping with my sis-in-law and going to a hockey game in Long Island, and then Saturday we had an engagement party for a wedding Brian is a groomsman in. Having a baby needed to come no earlier then Sunday if we wanted to get everything done. What’s that saying “We make plans, God laughs”, well he was certainly chuckling this weekend!
Wednesday night I started feeling something going on. I was getting more Braxton Hicks contractions then usual. I was on my way to drop my older son off to his aunt’s house (he was spending turkey day with his dad's family). The whole car ride (nearly 2 hours) I was watching and feeling my stomach tighten about every 10 minutes. I wasn't going to call the hubby until I got home, since I knew he would be nervous about me driving in that condition. To my surprise, about 15 minutes before I got home, he called to tell me that he got out of work early and was almost home himself. I told him that I was having some serious regular contractions and was going to wait it out a bit before calling Jenna, the midwife. Three hours later these bad boys were still coming at regular intervals, so I made the call. With both my previous deliveries going so quickly, I knew I didn’t have much time to waste. So we made the bed, called my Momma, pumped up the tub and told Jenna to come on down the road. I just knew my maternal instincts were kicking in because I could feel this baby coming tonight!
You don’t know SQUAT!
When the midwife arrived my contractions had slowed down, but I was still certain that I was at least 5 centimeter dilated after the shenanigans going down in my uterus. Jenna was skeptical, but she agreed to check, just to make sure. Low and behold…my cervix hadn’t even opened 1 centimeter! For all you non-medical folk, in order to pop a little one out a cervix needs to have dilated abut 10 centimeters, mine couldn’t have even pushed out a pea! I was shocked! (Apparently Jenna was not) I could’ve have sworn this was going down tonight! But apparently this little man had other plans, which included me making Mac n Cheese and Sweet Potatoes for Thanksgiving dinner the next day!
Is that you baby, or did I have too much turkey?
Thanksgiving arrived, and since my mom had come the night before for my false labor she got up and helped me get the cooking started. I was feeling much better, but kinda bummed that our new little man wasn’t here yet to celebrate with us. We continued along and had a delicious dinner with our family at my mother-in-law’s. The next morning Brian got up at the ass-crack of dawn to face the mob of crazed Black Friday shoppers looking for a deal. He and his sis were in and out of there within 4 hours and I got to sleep in because Bryson had stayed at his “Gaga’s” house the night before. 12 o’clock rolled around and I was finally out of bed. I’ll remember that as the last good night’s sleep I’ll get for a while!
While my hubby was 2 hours away watching his favorite hockey team, I made a quick visit over to my BF’s house (who just happens to rent an apt downstairs from my mom-in-law). We caught up on our weekly gossip while I tried to ignore some more painful contractions. A few hours later I had to go pickup my oldest son, but my mom and Brian refused to let me go alone, so Gaga and Bryson escorted me to get Ty. On the way back I almost stopped to go food shopping, but Gaga advised against it. So the boys and I headed back home.
It was now about 5pm and the contractions were still coming. I made dinner, got my kids bathed and waited for Brian to get home. Ty wanted to watch a movie with me, but I was too uncomfortable to even do that! Brian came home around 7 and I told him I had been having contractions most of the day, but I didn’t want to be the girl who cried “labor” again, so I put off bothering Jenna. Then around 10:30 Bryson tried to crawl into bed with us and I had to send him back to him room, the pain was increasing and I couldn’t even hold a conversation with him. So I just lay there, changing positions every few minutes to escape the mounting pressure. I walked around, washed the dishes, and took a bath, but nothing seemed to help for very long. Finally about ten minutes to 11 I went downstairs to get the exercise ball I had purchased to help loosen my hips and relieve the strain. What happened next surprised me as much as it did my sleeping husband……
To Be Continued From Boyland,