On Friday, the 8th, my mom went with me to the weekly Perenatal appointment, where nurses monitor my contractions and baby's heart beat and measure the amount of amniotic fluid inside the sac. Nova went with us too and she was fascinated by the small dim room, soft music, the ultrasound and monitoring equipment. It was so nice to have her and my mom there to really get the idea into all of our heads that something exciting was happening in our lives; sharing the experience with them was extra special and I'd recommend to others that they consider bringing their loved ones to as many pre-natal appointments as possible. But, I was now 1 day overdue and beginning to fret. No signs of strong contractions yet. So, I agreed to another painful sweeping of the membranes, which the nurse did for me in hopes that over the weekend I'd be having my baby! That night I began to feel something. My mucus plug fell out in grey gooey blobs into the toilet. I tried speed reading a Hypnobirthing book as if cramming for a next-day test! I started frantically texting my doula, who calmed me down and told me to relax and rest. I was sure the baby would come tomorrow. The next morning I was so excited. I had been having "strong contractions" all through the night. But they were not "painful" and I had been able to sleep through most of them. My doula made plans to come over that day. But long story short, we canceled that, because everything went back to normal. More mucus was coming out but the "strong contractions" had stopped by mid-morning. On Sunday, Feb 10th, my mom and I went out for lunch at Lovey's Tea Shoppe. It was a gorgeous day and tea, scones, and finger sandwiches ago perfectly with spending time with the woman who made you! :) I was in better spirits and happy to just relax and WAIT with my family close beside me.
Monday, Feb 11. In a text to Cherlyn, my doula and friend, I said the following when asked how I was feeling: "Just wobbly and resigned to this state of limbo. I still have lots of contractions but nothing very regular."
Tuesday, Feb 12. "Painful ones all night long about 7 mins apart. Still going. Im gonna call my doctor now." Later: "I have an apt for fetal monitoring at 1:30 but I may try to move it up so a nurse can check me earlier." Later: "Just really depressed feeling. Brett's taking me out to lunch then apt at 1:30."
Brett's mother had arrived the previous day and now I had two moms, a husband, a beloved old cat and a three year daughter all at home cheering me on. I was now 4 days overdue. Both moms said to go have a nice relaxing lunch with Brett, "but pack the car just in case" because they were quite sure we would not be coming home that day. Well.... THEY WERE RIGHT!
(to be continued....)
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| Nova at last fetal monitoring apt. |
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| The men in my life, Brett & Chango. Waiting. Waiting. |
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| Grandma Lily, Nova, Brett. We went walking on the Pier. |
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| My Mommy having tea time. |
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| My firstborn and me. Waiting. Waiting. |
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