One of the things about having a baby is that you can never know what the day you have your baby has in store for you. Wednesday morning I certainly didn't think that I was going to be holding a little angel that night. Here's our little story with lots of pictures along the way.
Wednesday Morning: I woke up early, I'm not sleeping all night. I had been getting very miserable the last couple of days. The Sciatic nerve was acting up more than usual. It felt like Chicklet was rubbing up against my pelvic bone making moving in any direction difficult. There were other ailments but I was basically telling everyone that "I'm done." The only thing really different with this morning compared to the others was that I swore my boobs had gotten bigger over night. I also complained later to Senora Fuerte that there was extra pressure today. Not "urge to push" pressure, but pressure in the same area. -I'm sooooo done with this.
Off to Work: Roll call is at 7:30am around these parts. I was glad that it was my last day of work. We were having a half day and I was counting down the hours. It was very busy with a few last minute additions, but I was able to see some of my favorite patients before leaving this week. At 12:30 we stood around, avoiding our last work goodbyes and keeping some of the tears back. Senora Fuerte said if felt like high school graduation; you're are still going to see each other, but you are sad that you regular routine is over. At 1:00pm we finally all went home.I had been telling a joke for the last week. I wasn't allowed to have the baby until after 12:30pm on Wednesday. Because at 12:31, I didn't work for "that guy" anymore,-pointing at the Dr while laughing at my own jokes. I know everyone thinks that I'm silly, but really, sometimes, you really should take me seriously. I like to think that the Dr. is wiping the sweat off his brow about now.
Before Going Home: I had a couple of errands to run. I went to Whole Foods and got one of my favorite lunches, aka. attacked their salad bar. Then I was off to my 2:30 appt. for my 38 week check-up. I had set it up for Wednesday so that I could meet the new doctor, otherwise I normally went in on Fridays. I was expecting the, "Hmm, it seems your cervix is made out of titanium because it's not doing anything," response I had with Chiquita. Instead I had a very painful check -how new is this doctor?, but I think that she was trying to get things moving. "Look at that, you're dilated 4cms and 50% effaced!" I was so happy, it was the best thing that a pregnant woman could hear. The only thing is she made it sound like I could be like that for 3hrs or another 3 days. -I don't want 3 more days, I'm done!I left and went to the grocery store to buy Popsicles. No, I wasn't celebrating. I was picking up Chiquita on her last day of Summer Camp and had promised to bring Popsicles to the park. You know how much trouble I would be in if I didn't bring Popsicles.
Finally Home: Chiquita and I started getting things done that I thought I would have the time to do after I was done with my job. I was expecting that I would have another week to work on this stuff. We did laundry, packed our bags, cleaned the house up -mostly. I was having occasional contractions, but nothing really different than what I had been feeling during the week. The ones that I thought! were Braxton Hicks.The contractions were more noticeable around 5pm. Then became more regular around 7:30pm. I tracked them for an hour and then called my doctor. I got the on call doctor whom was different from the one I saw earlier. She was a little miffed with me for not being at the hospital already. -Sorry, last time I was induced, what can I say. I've been busy.
At the Hospital 9pm: Well, getting here late I didn't feel so bad. The contractions were more intense now, but I was only dilated to 5cm. For like a whole half hour. Then suddenly I was 8 cm. Half hour after that I was ready to go. They were going to let me try a walking labor, but I guess I did all that at home. The poor nurse. She was really impressed with how well I was taking everything in, being that they barely had time to call the OB, let alone an anesthesiologist. She told me next time, "Come sooner!!!" It is a lot easier to grasp the idea of having a baby without any pain meds when you know you're going to have her in the next hour... or as soon as the doctor gets there. Plus, I was distracted with us keeping everyone updated in real time on Facebook.And then there was her...
August 5, 2009 at 11:02pm 7 pounds 0 ounces, 20 inches long
And we are loving every nibblet of her. Especially Chiquita, I can't keep the two of them apart.
