A Tribute to One Year, Part II

The following morning, Monday, October 26, Jason got up at his usual time (6am) to go work out before work.  As he was telling me bye he said

"are you ok?  You were tossing and turning all night."

I wasn't ok.  I groaned "Noooooooo"

He kissed me goodbye and said he'd talk to me later... he was never worried at all throughout this ordeal.  Which was a little annoying, now looking back.

Being the dedicated, hard worker that I am, I drug myself out of bed, showered, put on the minimal amount of make-up, and blow dried my hair.  I had to stop and sit down every once in while from the contractions, but I managed to get to work.

I was trying to do a few morning duties at the office, but had to stop and sit down at the computer.  I just laid my head down on the keyboard, and a lady I worked with came in and asked me how I was doing.

"I think I'm in labor..." more moaning and groaning.

Her response: "are you serious?"  but then she hurried back up front to her desk.

So, I thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to start timing my contractions.  They were about 6-7 minutes apart, and after my friend came in that worked with me, I realized that I couldn't talk through them.  I hadn't called my doctor prior to any of this because I had a routine OB check-up that same day at 3:30pm and thought I could wait until then... wrong.

So, I called and talked to the nurse, Sally, and explained it all to her.  She told me to come in at 10am.  I called Jason and told him how far apart they were and that we were to be at the doctor's office at 10am.  We agreed to meet at home around 9:30am because I wanted to take my hospital bag.  Jason still wasn't worried or stressed.  He just knew this would be the first of several false alarms.

I got home, changed my clothes, and gathered the last remaining items to throw in my bag.  Jason, however did not change his clothes, did not pack a bag, nothing.  We started heading up to Amarillo to the doctor's office.  I made some phone calls to let my family know what was going on, but was having a hard time talking.  I told Jason "Quit hitting all the bumps!"  Jason started to notice when I was having a contraction and began timing them.  He started writing down all the times they started on his hand.  He continued this while we waited in the waiting room... and while I sat there squirming and breaking a sweat.  He could tell by my face and expression when a contraction would start and finish.

They finally called me back, and Jason thought he was sooooooo funny and showed the nurse his "Roll-a-dex of my contractions on his hand."  She took my blood pressure, which was high... probably because I was in pain, but they take that high BP seriously on pregnant women.

My doctor came in and checked me.  She said she thought my water had broken and was going to test the fluid to be sure.  We sat and waited...

She came back in and said "I hope you brought your bags because we're gonna have a baby today!"

Well, one of us had brought our bag.