As you can see from the last blog post (on 5/28), I’m going back in time to share with you everything that has happened over the last few days. So here’s where we left off…..
On Thursday night at 11:45 pm, I was having contractions and hooked up to the monitor in L&D the night before my scheduled C-Section when Charge Nurse Jenny sent us home. The contractions weren’t progressing enough to keep me. No amount of begging from my mom, Sean, or I could convince her that I needed to stay. Her parting words were 1) Go home and eat something before midnight (due to surgery scheduled for the morning), and 2) Come back if your water breaks or your contractions get worse. She had talked to the on-call Dr at Dr. N’s office, and they said I didn’t need to stay. Of course they did. Oh….and Dr. N wasn’t on-call anyway. Which is probably why he offered to do my C-Section that night, even if it was in jest. Nice guy, that one.
Mom, Sean and I headed home. We left our hospital bags in the car, just in case. I had half a blueberry bagel with cream cheese, and some apple juice at 12:15….in between horrible contractions. My mom continued to time everything on her watch. It was almost funny, because I would say “What time is it?” to let her know that the contraction was starting, and she would write it down. At one point, I asked her another question, she looked at her watch and said “it’s time for a contraction”…and just like clockwork, it was. Sean went upstairs to take a shower. We continued to time my contractions, and saw them gain in intensity…..and immediately they were 6 minutes apart……5 minutes apart…..4 minutes apart….3 minutes apart. For about an hour. I was walking around the house, in so much pain that I couldn’t sit still. Sat on the birthing ball to see if that felt better (our pricey Childbirth Prep class recommended that). I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside. Practiced some breathing. (Recommended by Childbirth Prep class). Didn’t help. Finally ended up leaning against the wall by our fireplace and cursing. I didn’t need a $200 class to teach me how to do that. Sean came back downstairs, and my mom went upstairs to take a shower. I was sitting on the couch in between contractions, got up to use the bathroom, was halfway there, and…..”What is that running down my leg????” Raced to the bathroom with my knees held together as much as possible, which immediately made me feel like a three year old. And what you’ve seen in the movies is all too true. The minute I sat down on the toilet, my water broke like it was Niagara Falls. (Side Note: In our new house, Sean bought leave-in toilet bowl cleaners for all of our toilets. They’re interacting with the chlorine in the water, or eating away the paint on the toilet pieces….or something…..but the point is that they first turn the toilet bowl water blue, then eventually it’s pink/red, then when you flush and it blends together, it’s green. This drives me insane. Why? Because for 9 months I have been hypervigilant about any little thing that could go wrong, and as many pregnant women do, I check to see that there isn’t any blood when I go to the bathroom. Well, for the first 37 weeks at least. And then after that, you’re always looking to see if your water breaks, or if this mysterious “mucous plug” comes out, and so on. Not easy to do if your toilet water is RED, or pink. So sure enough, as my water was breaking I’m thinking OH MY GOD, I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT IT JUST KEEPS COMING AND COMING…..AND COMING……..and OH MY GOD, THE NURSE IS GOING TO ASK WHAT COLOR IT WAS AND I’M GOING TO HAVE TO SAY BLUE!!) Ok….side note over. But skip to the next paragraph if you’re easily grossed out, because what I did notice is that my amniotic fluid was tinged with green, meaning there was meconium in it. I had heard on ‘A Baby Story’ that this could be bad. I’ve watched enough ‘Deliver Me’s’ to know that a baby shouldn’t be hanging out in there for too long with no amniotic fluid at all, so I knew we needed to book it back over to the hospital as quickly as we could.