I have decided to break this into parts as I know personally I hate reading really long blog posts. You can thank me now or later, up to you. I hope you enjoying reading our story. I will warn you though that I am telling it how it is. This is both to share with my wonderful readers and to have for myself to be able to look back on.
It all started on Saturday (October 29th). I was having some random cramping and was just feeling odd. Even Tobei had this feeling that the time was coming. I was positive this would be the week-end that Little Brother would be joining us.
Sunday morning I woke up and there was a wet spot on the sheets. Throughout the day I kept having what I believed to be leaking. I called the midwife and she said it was nothing but probably just my body getting ready for labour. Of course this would not calm me and I took to Facebook and a forum I belong to seeking the advice and comfort of friends. Others were on my side with believing it was water leaking. However since I had a midwife there was nothing I could do but wait since that is what she told me to do.
I went to sleep and woke up Monday morning around 5:30 and noticed the “cramping” was coming at 6 minute intervals. Again I brushed it off and tried to go back to sleep. Big Brother would be waking in 2 hours and I needed my sleep. At 6:30 I got up to go to the bathroom. Tobei had just left for work. I went pee and noticed I was bleeding. I texted Tobei to get home RIGHT NOW! Luckily he was not even out of the parking lot yet. He walked in the house and I yelled down that I was bleeding.
We called the midwife who told us to come into the hospital. Tobei called his best friend at work who came over to watch Big Brother and we left for the hospital. When we arrived my 2nd midwife was there. She checked and I was 0cm dilated. Are you kidding me? She told me to go walk around the hospital and to come check back in at 9 as my midwife would be there by then.
Walking around the hospital was painful. Every couple of steps I had to stop because of pain. It took us half an hour to walk down the hall to Tim Hortons to grab something to eat for breakfast. We got back up to the room at 9:30 and my midwife told me to go home as they could not admit me until I was 4cm or my water broke. The biggest worry for me is Big Brother was a total of 4 hours from start to finish of labour so we were all worried about this one as it was my 2nd and they usually say your second is faster.
I asked the midwife when I should come back as I was already roughly every 5-6 minutes and bleeding. She told me when I was every 4 minutes.
We got home and were home for about an hour when my contractions were regularly every 4 minutes. It was 11ish as we headed back to the hospital to meet the midwife. We get to the hospital and she checks me. Guess what….. Still 0cm. WTF!!! She sends me home again.
At this point Tobei’s friend needs to head back to work and I am panicking about my water breaking and no one to watch Big Brother as my neighbour wasn’t home either. We decide to pick my mom up on our way home from the hospital. She is not impressed with the fact that she has now become my emergency plan for watching Big Brother as I have promised her she can be in the room for Little Brother. However I have no choice, I rather have her miss the birth then end up having to bring Big Brother to the hospital with me.
We get home and my contractions are starting to really hurt. Notice I am now calling them contractions and not cramping? At one point I had 3 of them right after the other. I will say Big Brother was amazing. He was home for this and just quietly sat on the couch playing on his iPod.
At 3:14 I finally felt the ultimate relief that one could feel while in labour. My water broke. Tobei called the midwife and then the neighbour. Lucky for us the neighbour was now home. She came and got Big Brother and told me not to worry about him. She would keep him for the night and bring him trick or treating.
Of course it was now the start of rush hour and the hospital is 16 minutes away with no traffic and no red lights. So we called the ambulance.
Continue on to Little Brothers Birth Story – Part 2.