My previous post mentioned early contractions. Well, those sped up quickly. I never napped, and come just after 3pm I started to time one of them. Clocked 10 minutes apart, which isn't too close together, unless you're me and have babies really quickly. So I call my doctor and he tells me to go to the hospital right away and that he'd call them so they expect me. Well, Matt was sleeping, so I called SuperWoman -- I mean, Aunt Rah -- and she flew over to watch him. I also called JB so he could come home. We left the house around 3:30 and now my contractions are about 3 minutes apart. I get to the hospital at 3:45, check-in (I had pre-registered, so I'm thinking I was totally in like I was with Matt), and wait to be called back to triage. All the while, I'm in pain from my now-2-minute-apart-contractions.
So, I wait -- brace yourselves -- for an HOUR in the WAITING ROOM with about every teen mom from Decatur who think they're in "labor", but really they're just bored, they like to hang out at DeKalb Medical on a Monday afternoon. ANYWAYS. I keep telling JB to say something because I felt like I was going to pass out. Even the teen next to me realized I was a ticking time bomb ("You look like you gon' have a baybee.") So JB won't stop bothering the lady and they finally take me back to triage. I'm 1 minute apart and lasting 45 seconds. I lay on the gurney and boom: water breaks. I instantly get scared because I remember how serious the contractions get after that from Matt. Luckily, when I'm in distress or pain, I'm quite quiet and keep to myself (except for the copious amounts of bad words that are whispered ever-so-sweetly).
So, after my water breaks, a new nurse comes in and whisks me away to a L&D room. Jason later tell me this is about a 60 second trip. Well, in that 60 seconds, I tell the nurse the following: (1) I'm gonna have a baby; (2) I hurt; (3) She's out. Then we finally make it to the delivery room and when the nurse moves my blankets, she sho' nuff sees little Sam, so she cuts the cord quickly, suctions her, and runs her over to the heated bed. Sammie's screaming her head off for about 10 minutes while the nurse runs back to attend to me. All the while, I'm in the exact same position from when my water broke because I was so afraid to move thinking that I'd just fall apart. But when the other nurses came in, they made me finally move to a different position, which wasn't painful, and then made me move off the gurney to a labor and delivery bed (because you need one of those when you're no longer pregnant).
That's pretty much the story! I had a super quick recovery and felt great about an hour afterwards. I guess nature really does know what to do. And I couldn't feel more blessed that Sammie's healthy and happy and fun as can be. We love little Sambuca to pieces and can't wait until Matt's nose stops running so he can love on her. He's already interested in her -- patting her back, jabbing bottles into her cheek, and poking her toes. It's pretty heart-melting, not gonna lie :)
Mama and Sammie in the hospital
Sam at home on her boppy (phone picture, so bad quality)
