I wish this little monkey would make up his mind.
On Saturday afternoon, my husband and I began to think that it "was time"! Around 3:30 pm, the hard painful contractions began to come on. At first they were only about 9-10 minutes apart. Then, they started getting a little closer together.
We were frantic. The carseat needed to be installed, I needed to get my toiletries together, our chargers needed to be put in the bags, we needed to get the kids prepared. It was insane madness around here. By about 5:30, they were coming anywhere from 4-7 minutes apart, with an occasional couple that would be 10 minutes apart.
However, in order to call the hospital, they needed to be about 5 minutes apart consistently. I was frustrated. We had called my brother to be on alert if he needed to come and watch the kids, but we didn't want him to come just yet in case nothing happened.
Around 6:30, Matt wanted us to make a decision because we either needed to go or figure out what to do for dinner. We decided to order take-out. That way, at least I would have eaten something before going in. We talked about what was happening to the kids and they were getting excited. As we got them ready for bed, we warned them that Mommy and Daddy may not be here in the morning, but either Uncle David would or Mimi and Papa would.
Which brings me to the next step. I called my parents while Matt did the kids' baths. They live about a 7 to 8 hour drive away, so it might be best to get them on their way since this was showing every indication to be the "real thing". This meant, they would get here around 1 or 2 in the morning. My brother lives nearby, so he would come over and hang until my parents arrived.
Then, it happened, as I got more tired and drained, the contractions got further apart. They didn't stop, just began to creep further and further apart. First 10 minutes apart, then 20, then to almost one an hour. I DID NOT want to go to the hospital and then just be sent home. So, we made the executive decision to try to sleep and if we woke up in the middle of the night with more hard labor, so be it. But, this way, we might get a little sleep in our own bed.
I didn't sleep most of the night between my 10 trips to the bathroom and the occasional hourly contraction or two. But, at least Matt got a good night's sleep, in case this all started up in the morning.
My parents arrived at 2am and quietly tucked themselves in the guestroom without even bothering us. They were a little shocked not to see my brother's car here at the house.
The next morning, the kids were very curious and a little bummed at the fact that we were not at the hospital already. Plus, I had the guilt of making my parents drive all this way for nothing. Yesterday, I had a few errands that needed to be done and it gave me the excuse to get up and walking around....hoping to trigger labor! It wore me out, but it didn't bring on any more than I was already having.
Today, I have been super nauseous, and had more of the same intermittent contractions. However, I can feel LOTS more pressure and more lower back pain. His kicking has come to a halt and the only movements I have felt these last few days are just him stretching into what must be the "ready" position.
I go to the OB tomorrow, where I hope to get some sort of news that we are nearing home plate. At my last appointment, I was dilated to 1cm. So, I am hopeful that tomorrow, he will once again check me and I will be more dilated...so much so that he will send me directly to the hospital! Fingers crossed.
My parents are staying until I have at least seen the doctor. If it is GO TIME, then they will obviously stay, if not, they will head home until the next call that we are headed in for the REAL THING. I won't be so trigger happy on our next call to them.
So more waiting....tick, tock, tick, tock!