It was early Saturday morning and my second pee break of the night - 3:30 to be exact. I stumbled into the bathroom, peed, and began my trek back to bed. Suddenly I felt a woosh of water. I thought to myself "I can't just have peed my pants - I just went to the bathroom". I walked back in and there was still a bit of a trickle. What the heck! It's not my water breaking. I still had 3 weeks and a day to go! I wasn't due until 4/3 and we're only at 3/12. NOT POSSIBLE.
I crawled back into bed and just laid there for awhile. My handy dandy iphone is kept on my nightstand and I have the happy Google app, so I decided to start scrolling through. "How can you tell if your water broke". There weren't any contractions, so it just wasn't likely. I got tired again and the info all seemed the same from one site to the next, so I just fell asleep again.
I woke up at 4:45 and had to pee, and there was still a trickle. I think the more I denied what was happening the more real it was becoming, as weird as that might seem. Contractions were finally starting to show up. Not with any real consistency. 10 minutes apart then 7 minutes apart, the 9 minutes.
7:00 rolled around and I decided that I did finally believe it was possible. I was in labor. I got up and went to the closet where we store our luggage and pulled out my vera bradley tote and my travel health and beauty items. In went my new nightgowns, my robe, underwear, nursing bras. My water still seemed to trickle, so I knew it was time to get the show on the road. I let hubby sleep a little while longer while I got in my last relaxing shower.
8:00 came and we were supposed to be getting up to go to my in-laws. I told hubby as he hit his alarm clock, "We're not going to your parent's house today". He looked at me like I had four heads and said "okay but why". I responded "I'm pretty sure I am in labor right now". At that moment my eyes began to well up and I just began to bawl. Not because I was sad or scare - I was simply just thoroughly overwhelmed. My mom wasn't here yet - she wasn't supposed to be here until 3 weeks later for around my due date. I wasn't ready.
Hubby was so calm though - thank goodness! He asked if I had called my OB yet and I hadn't, so we did that. I sat in bed while he showered. Everything was quick and thankfully easy to go. I gave my cats a hug goodbye and headed to the car.
It was 8:30 and I called my parents to let them know that labor was beginning. My mom was a labor and delivery nurse for years and she wanted to know if I was sure. I told her my water broke and the doctor told me to head right in. She said okay - she and my dad were calling southwest to get on the next flight that would get them to Dallas. Unfortunately with Love Field, there were no direct flights, so they would have to board 3 flights to get here.
We called my inlaws to let them know we weren't coming over but were instead heading to the hospital. 20 minutes later they called to say they were on their way. I really wanted my parents there, not hubby's, but it was okay because I knew HE needed the support too.
I got stupid during all of these 5 previous hours before heading to the hospital. Did I eat or drink anything? NOPE! Do they let you eat when you're checked in? NOPE! I wasn't going to get a bite of anything except for ice chips until Brynn decided to make her debut.
It was okay - it would be worth it.
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