The doctor said that I’d need to go to the hospital if
the contractions came every 5 minutes, were at least 1 minute in duration, and
this went on for at least an hour. I’d started timing the cramps around 7 or
so, and they were coming semi-regularly – every 5 to 7 minutes. I never got the
duration timing together, and I’d definitely been cramping over an hour, but I
didn’t think I was totally in labor. Maybe pre-labor. I did call my mom to tell
her and she told me to be sure to get a garbage bag to protect our mattress in
case my water broke. Gotta love her practicality.
I spent the next 2-3 hours trying to go back to
sleep. And being on the verge of
tears/crying. And coming to terms with the fact that I might be in labor.
During an especially bad contraction, I called Jase and asked him to come home.
I didn’t want to go to the hospital, but I wanted him to be there with me while
I labored. Actually, no, that sounds too logical. I called Jase because I
realized that I felt completely unprepared for labor and delivery, and I was
afraid. I needed to be comforted, supported and reassured. I needed my husband.
Once he got home and witnessed a
contraction, he started his Go To the Hospital campaign. I didn’t want to be
one of those lame 1st time moms that thought they were in labor, but
weren’t. It took him an entire hour to convince me to go, and another 30
minutes or so for us to leave the house since I was determined to shower before
I left. Since I hadn’t eaten that day, on the way we stopped at McDonalds to
pick up a snack (in case they decided to keep me). A hamburger and a small Dr.
Pepper. I wasn’t hungry and had to force
it down. It was 11:30am. I’d been in labor for at least 5 and a half hours.
[to be continued...]
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