Last Wednesday the 26th of March, I woke up in the morning thinking that I had just had the worst night of sleep of my life! Nothing exciting happened, just couldn’t get any good sleep for the life of me. I had been in to see the nurse practitioner the day before for my 38 week, really 37 week 5 day appointment and everything seemed good. She gave me “a prescription” to eat ice cream every day because my weight gain was on the lower end of the spectrum, 22 pounds and I am average weight to begin with. She didn’t do an internal because I told her it didn’t really give us an indication of anything, she agreed but made a comment that most women like to know where they are at. I said not me, this baby will decide when it is done baking!
Back to Wednesday, about 8:15 am I was playing with my 22 month old son on his climber toy with slide wearing my bath robe, when I bent over to catch him come down the slide and “gush” my water broke and a puddle was forming at my feet. Funny side note, we are in the midst of potty training and my son has accidents on the floor here and there. When my water broke, he looked at me, looked down at the floor and looked back at me and said, “Mommy peeing!
”I hadn’t been having any pressure waves yet, same thing that happened with my son, so I was kind of in denial that my water had just broke. My husband was getting ready to head out the door for track practice, he is a high school teacher that was on spring break and coaches track as well. I go upstairs and tell him either I just peed on the floor or my water just broke. He looks at me stunned and doesn’t really know what to do. I tell him to go ahead and go to practice, since there were 50 kids there and he was supposed to be the only coach there that day. He seemed worried and I tell him I’ll call my mom to come over with me while he is gone, just in case.
My husband gets home and remembers that he has an appointment with a man at our house at 11 am. I tell him to go ahead and I’ll get ready to go to the hospital. I hop in the shower and call the hospital, the nurse I speak to is upset with me because it is now about 11:30 am and my water broke a whopping 3 hours earlier and I “need to get to the hospital soon”. I tell her that we will get there as soon as we can. We get everything squared away at home and head out to the hospital around 12:30 or so.
On the way to the hospital I start to listen to easy first stage. I listen for about 10 minutes and decide that I don’t need this yet, I can be completely comfortable without going into hypnosis. I’m going to save this for when I think I really need it. We get to the hospital and I give the nurse my birth wishes. She takes them with her and comes back to ask the general admittance questions. She is great about my requests to not use certain words or ask me to rate my p***. She doesn’t do an internal check because I ask to limit internals to as few as possible. She hooks me up to the monitor for 15 minutes and baby and mom are looking great, so she lets me off. At this point I am having pressure waves every 3-5 minutes lasting about 1 minute each. The doctors and nurses pretty much leave me alone, except to put me on the monitor every hour or so to make sure everything is going okay.