Wednesday morning, September 19th dawned just as most mornings do when you are 9 months pregnant: with an early trip to the restroom. Only this time, my water was leaking and I knew it was today that our baby would be born.
The funny thing was that I was hoping that she would wait until the 19th or later so that I could deliver her at the new hospital (10 minutes away versus 30-50). They opened the 19th at 8 am.
I packed my suitcase and we got the kids off to school, then headed over to the hospital
I have had my water break twice before (with K and J) and both experiences were somewhat similar. This was different. By 3 pm, I was contracting on my own and they had intensified, but they were still far apart (10 minutes or so). And, by this point I was STARVING and tired. They started Pitocin and the contractions did pick up. :)
At the very end, I decided I was ready for an epidural. I didn't know it was so close, but those last couple of contractions were so much better. :)
She was born at 5:31 pm--the first baby ever born in the new hospital. :)
Unfortunately and frustratingly for me, they kept me a second night at the hospital. CK went home this time and brought the three kids up to see her and I and to eat dinner together.
This is the next morning: They told us we could go home right away in the morning. Nope. Darn new hospital again. There are a lot of systems and bugs to work out and it took hours to discharge us. I was so ready to get home!
This is my only gift for having Baby #1, a cute diaper cake. A year's supply would have been better, but this was a great memento, too.
That will bring her up to day 4 of her life! :) She has almost been alive for 4 whole days---almost to the minute. :)