Two years ago yesterday I said to my good friend R something along the lines of "At least she will stay in until May; I can't afford a diamond baby."
Less than two hours later Jon pulled up to a stop sign in Saline, MI and I turn to him and said "either my water just broke or I wet my pants and I am pretty sure I didn't have to go to the bathroom."
Unwilling to accept that my water had broken so early I made him continue home. After all, I had a roast in the crock pot and I didn't want to waste it... I love roast.
We drove the rest of the way home with little incident, making a few phone calls along the way.
When we got home Jon said "Take out the roast, get everything we need and we will go to the hospital."
"No." I replied, "Even if my water did break I am always in labor for hours... give the kids baths and I will make potatoes." I was determined to eat that roast.
While Jon was giving Eli and Bel baths the contractions started. Not those pesky early labor contractions, but those "Holy shit I can't walk and talk and breathe while these are going on" kind.
So, I suggested to Jon that we should probably start the 30 minute drive to the hospital.
We dropped the kids off at B & K's (who were our saviors multiple times during our Ann Arbor lives) and headed to U of M for what was clearly going to be the birth of our "diamond baby".
Why do I ever speak?!?
When we arrived at the hospital I was told that my water hadn't broken, I rolled my eyes at the triage nurse and said, "I promise you my water has broken."
"Well, according the test I just performed there is no amniotic fluid present. However, you appear to be having pretty steady contractions, so let's just check you out."
I was admitted less than 5 minutes letter dilated to a 5. Oh and did I mention that the exam showed that my amniotic sac was not intact... REALLY!?!
I should preface the next part of the story with how pleasant early labor with Eli was. I had my epidural at 6 and I was hardly aware of the contractions. However, post epidural labor was not so pleasant, leaving me with the desire to attempt an undedicated labor with Emmy. After all, this was baby number three; I was an old pro at this whole birthing thing.
So, on the way to my room I told my L&D nurse that I wanted to attempt an unmedicated labor. I told her that I am not totally sold on it, but I want to give it a shot.
What an enormous mistake! Ten minutes later I am at a 6 and begging for that epidural. I couldn't get it fast enough. I didn't even care that they had to stick me twice.
A few hours later, I looked at the clock and smiled... It was 12:01. This meant that I was going to have another emerald baby. An hour and 53 minutes later at 1:54 am, Emmy graced us with her presence.
Less than two hours later Jon pulled up to a stop sign in Saline, MI and I turn to him and said "either my water just broke or I wet my pants and I am pretty sure I didn't have to go to the bathroom."
Unwilling to accept that my water had broken so early I made him continue home. After all, I had a roast in the crock pot and I didn't want to waste it... I love roast.
We drove the rest of the way home with little incident, making a few phone calls along the way.
When we got home Jon said "Take out the roast, get everything we need and we will go to the hospital."
"No." I replied, "Even if my water did break I am always in labor for hours... give the kids baths and I will make potatoes." I was determined to eat that roast.
While Jon was giving Eli and Bel baths the contractions started. Not those pesky early labor contractions, but those "Holy shit I can't walk and talk and breathe while these are going on" kind.
So, I suggested to Jon that we should probably start the 30 minute drive to the hospital.
We dropped the kids off at B & K's (who were our saviors multiple times during our Ann Arbor lives) and headed to U of M for what was clearly going to be the birth of our "diamond baby".
Why do I ever speak?!?
When we arrived at the hospital I was told that my water hadn't broken, I rolled my eyes at the triage nurse and said, "I promise you my water has broken."
"Well, according the test I just performed there is no amniotic fluid present. However, you appear to be having pretty steady contractions, so let's just check you out."
I was admitted less than 5 minutes letter dilated to a 5. Oh and did I mention that the exam showed that my amniotic sac was not intact... REALLY!?!
I should preface the next part of the story with how pleasant early labor with Eli was. I had my epidural at 6 and I was hardly aware of the contractions. However, post epidural labor was not so pleasant, leaving me with the desire to attempt an undedicated labor with Emmy. After all, this was baby number three; I was an old pro at this whole birthing thing.
So, on the way to my room I told my L&D nurse that I wanted to attempt an unmedicated labor. I told her that I am not totally sold on it, but I want to give it a shot.
What an enormous mistake! Ten minutes later I am at a 6 and begging for that epidural. I couldn't get it fast enough. I didn't even care that they had to stick me twice.
A few hours later, I looked at the clock and smiled... It was 12:01. This meant that I was going to have another emerald baby. An hour and 53 minutes later at 1:54 am, Emmy graced us with her presence.
The good news: Little Miss Emmy was born on May Day, my very favorite holiday.
The bad news: I spent my 31st birthday in the NICU watching my May Day baby struggle to breath. Strangely that was my best birthday ever. As I have mentioned in a previous post, May 2nd, 2007 was the day Emmy's toes turned pink.
I am very lucky to have such a happy and healthy two year old. It is because of her that my life is complete. Isobel and Eli started our family, but Emmy completed it... in many ways. She is such an amazing person. In fact, it is almost impossible to look at her and not smile.
Happy Birthday, my sweet baby girl! We love you!
Just in case you were wondering... I never did get to eat the roast.
