Sunday morning marked 39 weeks and 2 days for me, Dave and Peyton got up early to get bundled and head out to snow tube with some friends. About an hour after they left, I started feeling contractions. Nothing major, and definitely not regular, but I still sent Dave a text: Hey, don’t panic and pack up and leave…but I am having some mini contractions.
About an hour later, they got worse. New text: Okaaaay, maybe time to come home.
They were home within 20 minutes. And then my contractions stopped. Nevertheless, Dave made sure his bag was packed, I had packed mine the week before.
I was sitting on the couch with London, when I had to use the bathroom. In true momlife fashion, I left the door open, since Lo follows me everywhere. Once I got there, the “I gotta go” sensation was gone, and I figured it was a weird kick or something. Then it happened. GUSH. For a hot second, I stood there, wondering if I had really just peed my pants, when I realized what had happened…My water broke.
Enter the anxiety.
I shakily called Dave from the bathroom, to tell him my water broke. By now, I am sitting on the toilet, because what else do you do? London waddles in, sees the puddle and gets excited. I yell for Dave to hurry. He comes in to scoop her up before she splashed. Could you imagine?? ugh.
We call our friend, and have her come to stay with the girls. Fortunately, she lives less than 2 minutes away, and made it to our house in record time.
We got to the hospital, and they took my blood pressure. 133/92. They freak out. I try to explain I’m just freaking out because all of a sudden this third baby is real, but they start ordering tests to check for preeclampsia (I had it with my first pregnancy). They get my IV started, since I am GBS positive. In the process, they blow a vein. Not off to a good start in triage.
I get transferred to Labor & Delivery. The contractions are picking up, but not unbearable. They check, and I am dilated to 6cm. I can handle this drug-free, I decide.
Within 2 hours, I am having full-on grab-the-side-of-the-bed-and-scream contractions, and it’s time to push. They tell me to relax my legs. I tell them to get medieval and just hold my legs. They laugh and tell me I am so funny through all of this. I say, “no really, just hold my legs.” 2 pushes, and approximately 4 minutes later, I am holding baby Adaline Joy.
I get my blood pressure checked once we get settled in postpartum room, 105/55. Just as I am thinking all is well, we are informed that I only got the IV for 3.5 hours, when they wanted me to have it for 4. Ugh. We had to stay 48 hours for observation. Happily all was well, and we were home Tuesday night!