Saturday morning I woke up to my water possibly breaking. When I think of all the movies I've seen, I had am image of what your "water breaking" would look like. This was not that.
I called the doctor on call and told them what I was experiencing. She said to go about my regular day and then call her back in 4 hours to update her. Greg and I went out to the mall. All I wanted to do was walk. I felt cramping while walking and I figured the contractions would come soon after. *That never happened!*
I called the doctor back and told her I still felt like my water was slowly breaking. She said to go to Labor and Delivery just in case something was going on. I was excited! I called the dates August 3rd or August 4th as Liam's birthday and I was bound and determined to make it happen.
We brought our hospital bags just in case and off to the hospital we went. I was given a hospital bracelet and told them I probably didn't need it because I was going to be sent home.
The next two hours were the craziest hours of our lives.
1. Nurse #1 said my water broke and I would admitted to the hospital. She did a test on a strip and said if it turned purple that means my water had broken. It turned purple immediately.
2. Nurse #1 said I was having contractions every 3 minutes. Weird thing was I couldn't feel any of them. She said we would start pitocin and get the contractions to become stronger.
3. Nurse #1 left and Nurse #2 came in. She said Liam was breeched and that they probably wouldn't wait to deliver him until the next day. I would have a C-Section that night.
****At this point Greg and I were nervously laughing. We were in shock. We would be meeting our baby boy withing hours. We thought for sure we were going home. Now we were going to be parents.
4. The doctor was called in. She did an internal exam and determined my water had not broken.
5. She did an ultrasound and determined that he was not breeched. He was head down and was a happy/healthy boy!
6. We were being discharged and going home.
WHAT???? Greg and I pretty much just stared at each other in shock. At first we were having a baby, then we were going home. It was definitely a roller coaster of emotions.
The best part of the night was being hooked up to the machines and listening to Liam's heartbeat. His heart rate is normally 150 bpm. That night it was around 135-140 bpm. As soon as Greg would talk the heart rate would go up to 155-165 bpm. As soon I would talk it would drop to 135-140 bpm. Greg was going to be the parent that made Liam excited and happy, and I was going to be the parent that made him feel secure and safe. Now we just needed a baby to make our family complete.
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