On February 22nd 2012 at 7:33 am, my whole life as I knew it changed. It was that day that I became a mom to the most beautiful baby girl in the whole wide world. I know, I know, everyone says their baby is the most beautiful, but hey this is my blog, so I figure I can claim that :)
Earlier that night, I woke from having a dream I was in labor. The dream included a huge open labor ward. If you've ever read the children's book Matilda, think of how all the beds are in a row. Well think that and instead of cute little boarding school girls, it's a whole bunch o' women in agonizing pain. Pan to me in the dream, I'm sitting in my hospital bed reading a book and getting death stares from those women because I wasn't in any pain at all. Foreshadowing much?
I rolled over in bed. Ask any pregnant woman how difficult that is at 9 months preggo and you will know how that went. When I rolled over, I felt the bed get wet. At first I thought, man I just peed myself. And being nine-months-pregnant tired, I briefly thought would it matter if I just completely ignored that and went back to sleep? Ha. Figuring I should probably get up to pee anyway since it was inevitable. And that, my friends is when I realized that my water broke. Took me awhile to realize that huh?
I got out of bed, and it was like a movie. We all know that movies depict labor and delivery as these overly dramatic scenes, where women scream "WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME!" and go "hee hee hooo" and in between all that get a 3 month old looking baby covered in jelly and never have to deliver the afterbirth. And after taking childbirth classes and seeing a ridiculously graphic birthing video, I thought there was no way that water breaking could be like the movies. Well it was. I stood there, and it seemed like I was an actress in a movie whose prop pregnancy belly water breaking device accidentally went off early. I stood in the dark room and wondered if I should first wake up my husband, or get a towel? We had hardwood floors and ew, I didn't want to have to clean up after that.
Therefore, I ended up waking up my husband who shot out of bed very confused and immediately asked me "What do we do?" Poor guy had only been asleep for an hour. I told him, first get a towel. Or two. Then I stood there on a towel and called our Dr. at one in the morning. She sounded tired. She said to head on over to the hospital. Our baby was coming early, at 37 weeks. Our March baby was officially going to be a February baby.
