Christian Momma

After being sent home for the 2nd time and waiting for my mom and sister to arrive at the hospital to give them the bad news (remember, they drove 1 hour just to get to the hospital), they decided that they were going to just stay at our house.

My sister had her daughter 7 months prior to this day, so she decided to step in and help me to time those contractions. They were 5 minutes apart for about an hour or 2…then they would move to 7-8 minutes apart!

We got up in the morning…I say “we” but actually, I only got 1 hour of sleep since the pains were strong enough to keep me awake…so now I’ve been up since Thursday morning…and haven’t eaten anything since Thursday afternoon! I’m cranky, and hungry, and in labor!

After taking a shower, and everyone else got up, we took a walk, allowing Kevin to sleep a bit longer (he was tired from being awake with me most of the night…what a sweetheart!)…then played cards…and just hung out most of the day.

At 6 pm, the labor was so intense, I was starting to lose it. My sister began timing the contractions again and low and behold they were staying at 5 minutes apart. We called the hospital, only to be told that my doctor was on vacation and they would have the doctor on call return my call. When he called, I got the “I was never told that he had a patient in labor!”…like this is my fault! He should have told him because I had been into the hospital 2 times the night before! He told me to come on in and be checked out.

I got there, they checked me…my water broke! I was staying! And if I thought those contractions were hard before…I was in for a shock of my life realizing how intense they were when my water broke!

They got me a room and a couple of shots to “take the edge off” (they didn’t work) until the anesthesiologist could come up and administer the epidural.

I labored all night with Kevin, my mom, and his mom (yes, my wonderful husband invited his mom into my room…NOT me!) sleeping around the room!