Tummywatch Tuesday: 31 Weeks
Yesterday, I got one of those pregnancy update emails that I must have signed up for, and it said that now is the time to start making up a list of what to take to the hospital. Don’t panic! No need to actually pack yet! But make that list, it said. You’ll be white-knuckling that passenger’s seat door handle while forcibly imprinting the glove compartment latch into your forehead on the way to said hospital pretty soon here!
That’s how it went last time, anyway. Everything I’d read said that when the contractions start, settle in. It’ll be awhile. Plus, the later you show up at the hospital, the lower your chances for a c-section. So: Carry on. See a movie. Try to nap. The contractions started around noon, and I made it through the day and into the evening working, watching TV, putzing. As midnight approached, the contractions remained 8 minutes apart, but each hurt significantly more than the last. Like gripping the doorframe, instinctively hoo-hoo breathing like they do in the movies kind of pain. I did not want to be alarmist, but figured maybe it was time to call the doctor. Just in case.
On-call doctor: How far along are you?
Me: Forty-two weeks.
Doctor: Can you talk through the contractions?
Me: Heck, no.
Doctor: Go to the hospital.
Me: Are you sure? I really don’t want to be sent home.
Doctor: You’re two weeks overdue and clearly in labor. They will not send you home.
Me: But I can take my time, right?
Doctor: (Pause.) Do you want to have your baby in the hospital?
Doctor: Don’t take too much time.
So I called the dog sitter. Told the doula to meet us at the hospital. Showered. We sped along on the dark, empty highway in the middle of that sub-zero January night, certain our first baby’s birth was mere hours away.
Roy arrived 18. Hours. Later.
Man, I hope this little bok choy-sized girlie doesn’t take her time like that. A few days ago, Clint asked me if I thought she’d come late, like her brother. I said that I was planning on late, but had a feeling she’ll show up on time. Maybe even a little bit early?
Sooner, rather than later, we will see.
Bok choy image credit: Mike Dieter