I've been in denial since last night, when the color drained out of my face and I started shaking. The calm energy I've been feeling these last days was replaced with a restlessness combined with an inability to do anything constructive at all. I went to bed early, and the contractions started, waking me frequently until I was certain that it must finally be morning. After checking the time I realized that it was 2 am and that morning was actually still quite a ways off.
No, no, no... I told the baby. Our bags aren't even packed. The car seat isn't installed yet. I was supposed to write my birth plan during Mae's nap today. We're at 36 1/2 weeks! It's not quite time yet. Give me another week... or two!
Finally I climbed in the tub, still shivering and timed contractions. 10 minutes apart, like clockwork. The pressure in my back and pelvis was insane. After an uncomfortable soak, followed by getting sick (and clinging to the idea that this might just be the flu!) I climbed back into bed and managed to sleep for four more hours while Paul wrangled the girls and fed them breakfast.
I woke up relieved that I hadn't called my parents. The contractions seemed to be further apart. They hadn't been waking me up. False labor, right?
I sent Paul off to school with instruction to keep his cell phone close in hand. Sadie and Mae and I cuddled under Paul's State blanket on the couch. And then things were kicked into high gear. A half hour of ten minute apart contractions began... then suddenly they dropped to five minutes apart. I began to feel a bit nervous as I thought of the logistics.
We don't really know anyone well enough here to make a phone call and drop off the girls. They've never had a baby sitter that wasn't close family member in their entire lives. Sadie would be fine with a sitter but Mae Bae? I knew Mae would be hysterical if Paul and I were both away.
I sat up straight and watched the stop watch on my phone. 1 1/2 minutes apart when I'm up and about. 3 minutes when I was glued to the couch laying down (it really does make quite the difference).
Mae's contraction sense kicked in at this point. She could tell when I was having a contraction and would launch herself onto my stomach, hugging me tightly. Let me say that that was definitely not a feeling I'd like to repeat, ever, ever again.
I sent Paul a text, telling him to come home. He arrive an hour ago. And now I'm shivering, trying to get up the strength to pack my hospital bag and write a birth plan that is suddenly elusive (thus the blog). Paul just called his mom and asked her to drop everything and head over from Massachusetts. My parents have a four hour drive to the airport, followed by a plane ride from the west coast to Michigan. I'm not sure anyone's going to make it if things are going as fast as they feel like. I'm appealing for today's patron saint (Saint Gerard) to intercede and help me get through this if I do end up being on my own this time. I'd received an email back from the doula place, saying it sounds like we'd be a perfect fit, but that matching up doula's with pregnant women takes time, so to be patient. I'm afraid my time has run out.
This seems like it's going to be an interesting labor... and with things going so fast I think I'm going to have to head to the hospital really soon!
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Oh my goodness!! I am so excited for you!ReplyDelete
Cam! Good luck, and keep us posted! I'll be praying for you!ReplyDelete
Prayers coming your way Cam!ReplyDelete
Prayers! (FYI, William was born at 36w3d and he was absolutely fine.)ReplyDelete
I hope everything works out logistically!
Sounds like St. Gerard is trying to give you an excuse to labor at home as long as possible. Sending prayers your way!ReplyDelete
Prayers for you! This is so similar to my labor with our number 3...he was born at 36 wks, 6 days, with our family half the country away and our back up family sitters unreachable on a country day trip. It also led to me digging the infant car seat out of the back of an over stuffed closet with a towel wrapped around me because my water broke. Fortunately, we had just interviewed a doula the week before who was a good fit. All worked out.ReplyDelete
Praying that the worldly things come together so that your mind can be at peace.
Parying for you right now!! Saint Gerard, ora pro nobis!! And how exciting that you get to meet your new little one. BlessingsReplyDelete
Praying for you and your family!ReplyDelete
Prayers and hugs!ReplyDelete
Prayers for an easy delivery and healthy baby. And hope you can get breastfeeding established well even if he has a short NICU stay from being early, and is extra sleepy to feed.ReplyDelete
You are brave to stay home so long - but maybe I'm extra gun shy after three labors under five hours from first contraction. three minutes apart and shaking for me has always meant less than fifteen minutes to baby!
This is why you should have came to Minnesota. I would have been happy to watch your kids while you have baby boy. ;)
Heavens!!! We'll be saying lots of prayers that things go smoothly and peacefully!ReplyDelete
Prayers for you and the rest of the family! St. Gerard, do your thing!ReplyDelete
Thinking of you, Cam!ReplyDelete
Oh my goodness! What a joy! Hope everything works out with family and we will be praying for you at our house!ReplyDelete
Oh my goodness! Best of luck for a healthy delivery.ReplyDelete