Baby Girl #2 has arrived! It was a surprise all the way until the end for me as to whether baby was going to be a boy or a girl. My husband cheated and looked back in February, but that was to be expected.
I’m going to try to get through my second birth story as quickly as possible. I’m already back from maternity leave, but trying to blog with two kids at home was pretty much never going to happen. They like to take opposite naps so that mama could never nap.
On Thursday, March 23, 2017, I woke up and let my mom in (thankfully, she babysits for us on Thursdays and even brings us breakfast usually so that we don’t have to worry about getting Kenzie’s food ready). I don’t think Kenzie was awake yet, so I went back upstairs to start getting ready. I opted to shower on this day because I have more time on Thursdays. I remember when I used to shower every day. HA. HAHAHA.
I turned on the shower, and then went to the bathroom (pee). Sorry if TMI, but that is somewhat important in the retelling of this fantastic story.
I was just about to jump in the shower when I sneezed.
BAM. My water broke!
I believe my exact words were, “YESSSSS. Ah, SHITTTTTTT”
I was quite relieved that I knew it was my water breaking. I obviously wasn’t peeing on myself since I had just gone. And thank God I didn’t get in the shower sooner, because I might not have noticed the steady gush of water. Since my water also broke when I was pregnant with my first daughter (after I had a good, hard laugh), I was worried that I wouldn’t know when it was go-time if I started having contractions first. My main fear was that it would be too late to administer the wonderful epidural.
I was only a week and a half ahead of schedule, and that was okay with me (I was a month early with my first daughter, so there were fears of her lungs not being as developed, etc – but she was all good as it turned out!)
I slowly waddled into our room wrapped in a towel.
Me: “Babe, my water just broke”
Mike: “Are you sure you didn’t pee on yourself?” (oh, funny guy)
Mike: “Do I have time to shower?” (again, hilarious)
Me: “Whatever, just do it fast” (this is where I should have said no, that I would be taking a shower since I didn’t end up showering at the hospital at all. I did little sink baths instead, but I decided that sleep was more precious than showering).
I called the triage/ on-call number for my doctor and asked them to page her and to have her call me. The nurse says, “well, let me see who is on call” – I said, “No no no, she wanted to be paged when my water broke, so please only page her” – I know they have a process, but I wasn’t feeling like fighting with anyone to make sure my doctor knew what was up. A few minutes later, my doctor calls me. Sounds like she is in a parking garage somewhere because her voice is in and out. I have to repeat myself several times, “MY WATER BROKE!” praying that she heard me correctly. And before her line cut out, I vaguely heard, “Okay, head to the hospital and I will call to let them know you are coming” Cool. Cool cool cool.
So I went downstairs to explain the situation to my mom. I was conflicted about telling her. I didn’t want her to freak out since she would need to stay at our house to take care of Kenzie. She was excited. I told her I was going to sit down and eat while Mike showered.
They would not allow me to eat while I was at the hospital last time. I understand that if something were to go wrong, they’d need to do a c-section and food is bad in that case. Whatever. I knew I wasn’t going to have a c-section. So it was breakfast burrito time!
Mike proceeds to come downstairs and yell at me for eating. I tell him to shut it since he is not the one currently leaking amniotic fluid or having contractions. I still only had one breakfast burrito instead of two since he made me feel guilty.
Kenzie was still sleeping, which made me really sad because I really wanted one last snuggle with her. And then it was time to head to the hospital. This time, I actually had my hospital bag packed! Even including an outfit for new baby. I felt so prepared for once in my life!
We get in Mike’s car, and I am sitting on a towel. The leaking seems to have stopped. Of course I didn’t have any pads on hand to try to soak up everything. I’m still in my sweatpants, looking good. The hospital is literally 5 minutes from our house (pretty convenient). We pull up to entrance C, and of course there is no parking nearby (I told Mike I was fine walking, and he refused to valet the car). So he lets me out at the door. As soon as I stand up, it felt like a gallon of water fell out of me. I wait for Mike before I jump on the elevator. At this point, it looks like I peed myself pretty bad, because every time I move a muscle, another gush comes out.