When a woman's water breaks on tv, everyone knows that their water broke. While mine came with a very noticeable gush, I was still not sure I hadn't just peed myself. It was the Tuesday after Labor day, should have done it one day sooner darn it that would have been hilarious. I was supposed to be getting up in a few hours to go to work. Went to the bathroom, and still unsure that I hadn't just peed myself I began to make muffins. Brody was still asleep, but I did wake up the hubby. Moving hours upon hours away from everyone you know is a good thing, until stuff like this happens. Then what do you do with your kids. Well he went to daycare everyday, so why not today. We took him when they opened at 7am, which was early, and informed them a friend may be picking him up. When they asked why we told them my water broke and we were going to have a baby. At first the woman thought we were joking because of how calm we were, but then hurried us out the door so I didn't have the baby there. Thank God my water did actually break or I would have just admitted to this woman that I indeed did pee myself.
We got to the hospital, which was a few blocks away, at about 730. Went to registration, and they made me sit in the wheelchair. Get to L&D, where I know them all from working at the OBGYN office and the multiple NST's, and find out I did not just pee myself. I was relieved. Until I remembered that the rest of the day was going to be "fun".
I was hooked up to all the monitors and machines, and we were ready to go. And nothing was happening. Not one freaking contraction. It was almost like a bad joke. We found the cause of my contractions was probably extra fluid. Nothing we could do about it now. So I was started on Pitocin. An evil little drug that causes your uterus to contract. EVIL EVIL EVIL Sh**. The "fun" part of having your water break before labor is it continuously leaks. Every time you move, or the baby moves a certain way, a little more comes out. It is like peeing yourself a million times over.
We fully didn't expect too much about what time the delivery would take place. But at 328pm, she was here. They took her straight to be given oxygen, she came out with the cord wrapped tight, and after about 45 minutes I was holding my sweet baby princess. I didn't really go through the emotions til much later. It was kind of a numb feeling experience. Not the awe inspiring moment, where the 3 of us were all that existed, like it was when we delivered B. It was like something was missing. To this day I don't know if I felt jipped to be having her, rather than my angel, or if I just felt like B should have been there. But it just didn't feel right.
Greg left soon after, picked up the new big brother, and brought him back. Now my almost 3 year old, had not been around many kids. He had spent the last months obsessed with everything baby related. Carried around a doll and pointed out any and every picture of a baby we passed. But we were unsure of what to expect. He was going to have to share his mommy and daddy. But when he walked in, it was the definition of love at first sight. He wanted to protect her, and take care of her. It was the best feeling any mom could hope for. This came at the expense of other people getting to enjoy her. He didn't want anyone near her. Was even leary of the nurses coming and going, and one gave him ice cream and he still told her she needed to go bye bye,
That night it was Caitlyn Riley and mommy all alone. I changed her into a new outfit, brushed her insanely thick curly hair, and cuddled. She was mine. All the doubt of if I loved her was gone. All the disconnect I had throughout the pregnancy had vanished. She was mine, and like B they were letting us keep her.
We got to the hospital, which was a few blocks away, at about 730. Went to registration, and they made me sit in the wheelchair. Get to L&D, where I know them all from working at the OBGYN office and the multiple NST's, and find out I did not just pee myself. I was relieved. Until I remembered that the rest of the day was going to be "fun".
I was hooked up to all the monitors and machines, and we were ready to go. And nothing was happening. Not one freaking contraction. It was almost like a bad joke. We found the cause of my contractions was probably extra fluid. Nothing we could do about it now. So I was started on Pitocin. An evil little drug that causes your uterus to contract. EVIL EVIL EVIL Sh**. The "fun" part of having your water break before labor is it continuously leaks. Every time you move, or the baby moves a certain way, a little more comes out. It is like peeing yourself a million times over.
We fully didn't expect too much about what time the delivery would take place. But at 328pm, she was here. They took her straight to be given oxygen, she came out with the cord wrapped tight, and after about 45 minutes I was holding my sweet baby princess. I didn't really go through the emotions til much later. It was kind of a numb feeling experience. Not the awe inspiring moment, where the 3 of us were all that existed, like it was when we delivered B. It was like something was missing. To this day I don't know if I felt jipped to be having her, rather than my angel, or if I just felt like B should have been there. But it just didn't feel right.
Greg left soon after, picked up the new big brother, and brought him back. Now my almost 3 year old, had not been around many kids. He had spent the last months obsessed with everything baby related. Carried around a doll and pointed out any and every picture of a baby we passed. But we were unsure of what to expect. He was going to have to share his mommy and daddy. But when he walked in, it was the definition of love at first sight. He wanted to protect her, and take care of her. It was the best feeling any mom could hope for. This came at the expense of other people getting to enjoy her. He didn't want anyone near her. Was even leary of the nurses coming and going, and one gave him ice cream and he still told her she needed to go bye bye,
That night it was Caitlyn Riley and mommy all alone. I changed her into a new outfit, brushed her insanely thick curly hair, and cuddled. She was mine. All the doubt of if I loved her was gone. All the disconnect I had throughout the pregnancy had vanished. She was mine, and like B they were letting us keep her.
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