The Birth Story Part II

* Read Part I Here.

I like to subtitle Part II: “Just In Case”.

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So we returned from trying on tux’s around 8:00 PM. I was starting to feel a little nervous because my contractions were still regular. I was pacing around the kitchen trying to figure out what to do. I decided to make sure everything was clean, I double checked my luggage and made myself eat a grilled cheese. I didn’t feel too hungry but the last time I had a baby I couldn’t eat for like four days and I was starving to death so I wanted to eat something just in case.

I texted my friend who worked at the Hospital and told her that I might be seeing her and to save me a big room. I called my back-up care for Lucy and let her know that it “could” be the night. I didn’t call my Mom because she would worry and call me several times to ask how I was feeling and I didn’t want to deal with that in case they stopped.

I went to bed at 9pm. I wanted to get some sleep to prepare for a long night if what I thought might happen was going to happen. I wanted to go to bed because if the contractions were going to stop I wanted them to stop, like they had been every night before. I laid in my bed and prayed that they wouldn’t stop but if they did I wouldn’t be upset. I eventually drifted off to sleep but I kept waking up to the contractions. I tried to time them but I fell asleep every time they calmed. So, I would wake up, press start on my contraction tracker app and then fall asleep only to wake up again to the timer still running. Around 11-11:30, when I realized I had been sleeping and the contractions weren’t stopping, I decided to get up and take a shower. I timed the contractions while I was in the shower and they were consistently every three minutes. [Wash my hair, not wash my hair? Well, It looks good now, I should probably wash it but I don’t want to stay awake to straighten it and i don’t want to have curly hair in the pictures, so… I won’t wash it.] I was still in denial and just thought that they were going to stop so I honestly didn’t think anything of it. I did however have the good sense to make a list for Lucy just in case I didnt have time before I had to go to the hospital… if that was going to be the case.

I went back to bed and fell asleep for another few hours. I thank God for that last bit of sleep because it was awesome and I didn’t wake up once. well, until 3:30. Around 3:30am I woke up, there was no going back to sleep. The contractions were right on top of each other and I didn’t know what to do. [Crap. I think this is this. Oh no. What do I do? Should I wake up Ryan? I feel bad waking him up if it isn’t real. Should I call my Back-up? It’s too late, I don’t want to wake them up. Maybe I should call. Is this really happening?]

“Psst. Ryan. Ryan?”

“Huh?”

“Um, I’ve been having contractions. They aren’t stopping. I think maybe you should get into the shower.”

“Really? Uh, Can I work out first?”

“Um, well, I guess you can. Well, No, I think you should probably just get into the shower.”

“Okay.”

“Should I call Back-up? I don’t want to wake anyone up, but, I think we might have to go to the Hospital now.”

“Ok, yeah, I guess just call them.”

So I called my Aunt who was back-up #1. I called and she answered right away. Aunt Lisa? “Yes, Sunny?” Are you sleeping? “Yes, but that’s ok!” Oh, sorry for waking you up but… I think I need you to come over now. “Really? ok. We are out the door.” Are you sure? I feel bad. I just think we should go to the Hospital. “We will be there in a minute.” Thank you! Then I called my Mom:  “Mom, I think we are going to the Hospital. I will call you when we get there and let you know when to come”.

Mean while Ryan is in the shower and then he gets out. He gets dressed and I am zipping up our bags.  The contractions are now right on top of each other and there is no doubt that we have to go. I am starting to get panicked.

[So, screw that whole giving birth naturally thing. I want to be able to enjoy his birth (like it’s enjoyable?) and I don’t think I can like this. Yeah, I think I’m okay with that.]

Ryan starts emptying the dishwasher. “Ryan, are you really emptying the dishwasher? Stop that. We have to go. Oh no, we have to go now. I think we waited too long. I need your help. Oh shit. Oh shit we have to go. ” He comes into the bedroom to help me and I can barely walk. I start to cry. Well, kind of cry, it was more of a whiney worried crying noise. “They need to be here now. Like, ten seconds ago. Call your Mom, where is your Mom? We have to leave!” Ryan’s mom had been coming over every morning for the past 6 months to work out. She didn’t show up this morning. Mother-in-law fail.

Ryan tries to convince me it’s okay to leave since someone was on their way but I couldn’t justify leaving Lucy alone. “No, I can’t leave! I need to leave but I can’t leave.” We started walking towards the door to wait and I stop: “Oh crap. Oh no. Oh man. I am going to throw up or pass out. Let’s go. We have to go. We have to leave. Now. We waited too long. We waited too long.” I changed my mind. She could be alone.

As I wobble down the steps my back-up arrives. “Oh thank God.” I tried to talk to them and explain things but I couldn’t talk and all I could get out was: note. on table. gotto go. thanks.

I got to the car. I just looked at it. [I can’t sit down. I seriously can’t sit down. How in the world am I going to get in that car.] Somehow I managed to jump in. I laid straight back and threatened Ryan not to hit any bumps and to drive as fast as he could and I didn’t care if he had to get pulled over. At this point it is about 5:10am so thankfully the roads weren’t really congested. My eyes were closed the entire drive and all I could do was breathe and pray. And tell Ryan that we waited too long.  And that he needed to tell our parents to come ASAP because I had a feeling this baby was on its way. And breathe.

I am pretty sure Ryan was in denial himself because I don’t think he believed how sincere I was being with all of my commands. He actually asked me if he could park in the parking garage when we got to he hospital. Are you serious Ryan? No! I am about to have this baby in the car. Just drop me off and meet me in there. I have got to go!

So, he drops me off and somehow I make it inside the Emergency Room doors.

To be Continued…