Thursday afternoon the kids and I went to my friend Jennie's house to swim. I felt huge and uncomfortable, but I wasn't having contractions. Around 5:30 I called to order pizza and started getting the kids ready to go. As I helped the kids get dressed, I started feeling cramps and contractions. I didn't think anything of it; when you're 40 weeks pregnant something always hurts. But in the few minutes it took us to get packed up and leave, I began to feel some real contractions. I called Scott on the way home to let him know what was happening. When I stopped to pick up the pizza at 6:00, I was having to breathe to get through the contractions, and they were less than five minutes apart.
Micah wanted to know why I was breathing funny, so I explained about contractions and told him I might need to go to the hospital today. Micah's response was, "Yay! I get to go to Carter's house!" [We'll call this "Plan A", for those of you playing along at home.] I told him that Carter was at his Grandma's just then, but we would call the Hays when we got home. "Yes! Ally's house!" [Plan B]
Scott met me in the driveway. I passed off the kids and the pizza and went upstairs to see if a shower would stop the contractions. Scott got pizza out for the kids, called the Hays, then came to check on me. I informed him that the contractions were not stopping and that we should go to the hospital now. (Since I don't have a picture, please imagine a quick look of panic on Scott's face and insert it here.) He hadn't gotten hold of the Hays yet, so I suggested he call Jennie. Since we had just left there, I knew she was home. [Plan C]. "Ok! I like Owen's house! He has lots of toys!"
We very quickly got everyone and the pizza boxes in the car (thankfully I had already packed an overnight bag for the kids). But as we started driving, we decided we needed to go straight to the hospital and drop the kids off later. [Plan D] We discussed different scenarios as we drove, then as we pulled off the exit I had a stroke of genius and said, "Oh! Kara!" My dear friend Kara lives just minutes from the hospital, knows my kids well, and has kids of similar ages with similar sleeping habits. [Plan E - the winner!] I wasn't there when Scott called Kara, but I was told later that Micah said "yay!" a lot and that all four kids were super happy. Scott and the kids walked me into the hospital, then had a pizza picnic in the back of the van until Kara came to pick them up.
Meanwhile, I was pacing in the waiting room, my contractions getting closer and stronger. I was a little annoyed that the nurse who finally came to check me in did not seem to be in as much of a hurry as I was. But she redeemed herself later by quickly getting me through triage and into a room. I could hear her advocating for me through the curtain, "I know you haven't heard back from her midwife yet. But she's at 5[cm] and this is her third. She wants an epidural. She needs to go to a room
now."
After that, everything moved like clockwork. As they wheeled me to me room, we met Scott in the hallway. A nurse immediately helped me into bed and got an IV started. My epidural arrived shortly thereafter. I'm not sure who was more relieved - me or Scott. :) The midwife checked me and said, "Oh, you're complete. Would you like to push or do you need a few minutes to rest first?" Scott and I kind of shrugged at each other and said, "Sure. Let's have a baby." She suggested I take just a minute while she got a few things ready. She broke my water, had me push a couple of times, and we had a baby boy!
The whole process was so different from the other two, that it seemed a little surreal. We went from relaxing at the pool to having a new baby in our arms in three and a half hours! Scott kept me company at the hospital for a few hours, then went home to get some sleep. When he got up the next morning, the evidence of our hurried exit was still on the table: