Okay. So we already know by now that I woke up feeling kind of crampy and the baby seems to have noticeably dropped lower. Gravity seems to be taking place. I ask Adam to work from home (yada yada yada...you know this already I know) just in case. He's practically calling everyone under the sun saying the baby is coming and I, not wanting to get my hopes up, tell him to stop calling people until we are admitted at the hospital. My dad flys in from AK about 12:00 that afternoon. We all go and get him and eat chicken salad sandwiches for lunch. At this point I'm ready for my usual afternoon nap and my dad is ready to turn in also from flying all night. About 2:00pm, I am pretty much just laying there in bed opening my eyes to contractions about every 5 minutes. So I get up, do some work around the kitchen and am able to forget about them unless I am sitting down. 2:30- Now it's time I called the dr. and they said they can see me at 3:10. They sound skeptical since they want to see my contractions last about 1 minute and I told them they feel like they last about 30 seconds. That really wasn't something I thought I was supposed to pay attention to, but anyhow I'm grateful for the appointment to make sure. At this point I'm kind of skeptical myself. 3:30- I'm at the dr.'s and Amy the nurse is checking dilation and says I'm 7 cm dilated!! Adam and I start laughing (kind of a freaking out sort of laugh) and the other nurse calls me a rockstar! They are like, "We need to send you over to the hospital NOW". At this point I'm in complete disbelief that I am still walking around at 7 cm. dilated since with Greta I was barfing in pain at 5 cm. My contractions are not coming in waves and I am starting to get concerned that I won't get to the hospital in time for an epidural. Adam gets the go-ahead to get back on the horn and start making the rounds of phone calls which I've already started myself. Adam drops me off at the front of the maternity ward while he parks the car and I waddle my way in and wait to be checked in while a foreign man receives directions in front of me from the security guard. As I make my way off the elevator a nurse greets me and about 10 other nurses are all looking at me saying, "Here she is! Still smiling at 7 centimeters!" My assigned nurse , Lydia, and Adam usher me into my room where I get into my gown and into the bed. About 30-45 minutes later I received my epidural and we played the waiting game from there.
I think the epidural is working....
My dad was in the waiting room and was able to welcome his 6th grandchild into the world. For the next two days Greta got some good G-Pop time while we were staying in the hospital. He did a great job caring for a 16 month old and would pull up her schedule on his Blackberry that I typed up for him to make sure everything was going to plan. :) 2 visits to Chick-Fil-A in 2 days and an outfit of jean miniskirt and pajama top makes one happy girl!
Our sweet little addition. What a blessing.