On Thursday, May 16, Kip and I headed to bed and my stomach wasn't feeling very well. Of course at 39 weeks pregnant no matter how easy your pregnancy has been you just don't feel so great, you are carrying around a big belly and everything hurts! We went on to bed and I ended up getting up constantly throughout the night because of stomach pains. This is TMI but it's my blog so I can write what I want...I felt like I had to use the bathroom constantly throughout the night. So, I finally slept on the couch, getting up about every 20 minutes to use the bathroom. Finally, around 6 a.m. I decided a bath might help me feel better (I practically lived in the bathtub the last few months of my pregnancy...it really helped me relax and helped with the aches and pains of pregnancy). I sent Hunter a text and told her that I knew we had joked about me not coming to work but I really didn't think I was going to be able to because my stomach was upset. She said "FYI - a lot of people mistake labor with an upset stomach."
I had a feeling that my stomach ache was actually contractions but I just wasn't sure. I went ahead and took my bath, washed my hair, and got ready (if I was in labor I might as well look decent since there would be visitors and photos etc. and who knows when I would get to bathe again). After my bath I woke Kip up to tell him that I thought I was having contractions. His response..."have you used the bathroom?" and he rolled back over and went to sleep. About an hour later I decided that my "stomach pains" were now about 5 minutes apart so I decided to try to wake Kip up again (he was really tired because he hadn't slept much since working his 12 hour shift on Wednesday night). The 5 minute description got him out of bed! He ate some cereal and we hung out for awhile, still not 100% sure I was in labor.
On our way to the hospital (in my stinky car...more on that in a later post...I had mice in my car) Kip said they were just going to send us home because he had heard that happens often. He had a golf tournament to play in that day and the idea of going to the hospital only to get sent home and him missing his golf tournament for no reason was not his idea of fun. I told him I wasn't sure but I knew I wasn't going to be able to stand this pain at home. We got to the hospital and a guard had to help us into the emergency parking garage. He asked where we were trying to go and Kip told him that I was pregnant and might be having a baby but he didn't know what was going on. It was quite funny...the man said that he hoped today was the day. We headed into the hospital and they sent me to triage and hooked me to a monitor. The doctor came in (it happened to be a doctor I had seen during my pregnancy which was nice). She checked me and said I was 4 cm and 90% and I would be staying with there. This led to a bunch of phone calls/texts... Kip had to find a replacement to play in the golf tournament and we had to let my parents and our other friends and family know that I WAS IN LABOR!!!! YIKES!
I tried to tell my mom but started crying because I knew she was going to freak out (I was right...she ran out of a meeting at work and headed to the hospital crying the whole way). Kip had to finish the conversation with mom and notify the rest of the family because I was so nervous and excited I just couldn't talk to people! I couldn't believe it was finally time for our little girl to arrive!!
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