I left off last week couple months ago telling you about our last ultrasound on October 28th. After the realization settled that Josslyn would be coming sooner rather than later, I started to push myself to get some things done that I really wanted to complete.
Like here where I was taking pictures of a chalkboard I was making and the frame that was getting a new paint job. Mind you one year later this post still hasn’t gone live … Meh, oh well, life happens! Thankfully I had taken the time to go over somethings with a co-worker at my day job. Just basic things like how to print service tickets and what not, and thankfully he paid attention!
October 30th was a pretty normal day for me. At lunch I ran over to Target to pick up some TUMS (my drug of choice the entire pregnancy, I popped those bad boys like candy!) and also some adorable sleepers for Josslyn. On the way home from work I picked up a bag of dog food and some groceries for the Halloween pot luck we were having at a neighbors the next night. I was stoked! Got home mopped the floor, fed the dogs, and did a FaceTime video with Matt showing him the super cute outfits I picked up for our future daughter! Matt informed me that he would be settling into a recliner to watch the Game 6 the final game of the Red Sox – Cardinals World Series. He also mentioned the game was starting at 7:30. That was code for “Don’t bug me while I’m watching the game” haha
At 7:30 I was getting everything ready to make some pasta salad when I felt a sharp jab followed by some dull aching. I had been having contractions for a few weeks so I figured that I was just having Braxton Hicks contractions and opted to chug some water, that usually helped. For some reason I had an urge to pee so I went to the bathroom took care of business and then headed back to the kitchen. It wasn’t until I bent over to pick up the dogs food dishes that I felt the first gush. I panicked, OMG I just peed myself, and ruined my clean floors! And I headed back to the bathroom, finished what I thought I needed to and headed back to the kitchen again for a 2nd time and I gushed again. Before I go any further let me preface this by explaining the sensation of thinking you are uncontrollably urinating on yourself in your kitchen, is NOT a pleasant feeling!
After the 2nd gush I knew what was going on, that pop I felt was in fact my waters breaking! Holy Crap are you kidding me? I have pasta salad to make, Matt is at work (an hour away), I have to feed the dogs, the dogs need their meds … I kid you not, I had everyone of these thoughts. So trying not to cry I quickly dialed Matt’s cell phone. It rang and rang and rang, no answer. CRAP! So I called again, but this time it didn’t ring it went straight to voice mail. Ohhhh Hell NO, he did not send me to voicemail because he is watching the World Series!?! So I did what any sane woman would do and left him a slightly hysterical voice message about my waters breaking. When I got done with that I texted my sister, my good friend who lived close (who said she was on her way to my house to help, thank goodness), my best friend in Indi, and my bestie blogger friend (who was probably like WTF ?Why is she texting me?) This all made logical sense to me at the time. Then I finally remembered I could call the FireStation phone, but not paying attention I called the wrong number and it rang the main station. One of the firefighters answered, I asked him if Matt’s engine was on a call or what since he wasn’t answering the phone. He said that they were all there, he didn’t know what was up. So then I started crying, I wanted my husband this was scary stuff, I asked him to please call Matt’s station and let him know he needed to call me ASAP that my waters had broke, it was an emergency.
Seconds later my cell rang and it was Matt, I’m almost positive he was flat out shocked at what was going on. At that point he asked me if I had called the Dr., Ummm, NO! We hadn’t even discussed with my Dr. what to do when it was “time” Josslyn was Frank Breech she was supposed to be a scheduled C-Section! So I hung up with Matt and left probably the most frantic message with the call center. I called Matt back and we talked until the Dr. called me back. He was already in the car on his way home.
The on call Dr called back. Asked how far along I was – 34w5d … silence, okay. I explained what happened and that the baby was frank breech. She then asked me if I had felt the baby move since my waters had broken. I froze, No I hadn’t felt her move. Truth is Josslyn wasn’t much of a mover I spent a good part of my pregnancy scared that something was wrong because she wasn’t moving. Her daily hiccups and midnight wiggles were my only reassurances she was okay. The Dr. asked if I was on my way to the hospital, No, why should I be? She told me that since I hadn’t felt the baby move and my waters were broken that if she were me, she would be on her way. I wanted to cry, I hadn’t thought about it, that something could be wrong with Josslyn. So of course while finishing to feed the dogs, make sure I had what I needed in my hospital bag, waddling around with a beach towel stuffed between my legs, there I was crying my eyes out.
My friend, Dayle, got to the house around 7:45. She helped me finish with the dogs, get them put away, load my bag, and beach towels into the seat for me to leak on. I called Matt and told him to go straight to the hospital I would be in labor and delivery. I was dropped off up front but wanted to wait for my friend before going in, so there I stood big bag on my shoulder, big belly, and wet pants … clearly WET pants. And there were people around, lots of people hahaha.
I waddled up to L&D and they put me in the maternity triage area to access all of my vitals. They hooked my up to all sorts of machines and then finally I read Josslyn’s heartbeat pounding strong! Thank goodness she was okay! At that point my sister arrived at the hospital as well, and they let her back with me. Every minute or two you could hear a loud thump on the doppler I thought I was doing it and asked the nurse about it, it was Josslyn, she was punching the doppler because she didn’t like it. I should have known then we would have a spit fire on our hands!
I was still cramping. About 10 minutes after I got to the hospital the cramping got more severe, and then it dawned on me. I was in active labor … those weren’t cramps those were REAL contractions! They could be timed and everything. Matt showed up about 10 minutes after that, he was all smiles, and looked nervous as anything! The on-call Dr showed up and checked me. I was 2cm dilated, which was a problem, Josslyn was frank breech. Imagine taking your feet and holding them over your head to where you knees touch your forehead, that’s the position she was in, butt down, feet up! She was not going to be coming out the old fashioned way. The Dr. asked if I had any steroid shots yet to help with lung development, I told her no, we had no indication that she would be premature, let alone 6weeks premature! At that point the Dr asked us if I would like to move hospitals to be closer to Children’s Hospital so they could have a team in case their were issues. Matt and I discussed it and decided that we wanted to stay where we were. The Dr left for a while and I started the admitting phase. I hadn’t had a chance to do any pre-admit yet, that hospital does not do that until you are 36 weeks, so it was lengthy to say the least.
About 10 minutes later the Dr. came back in again and she had spoken with my OBGYN and they had decided that I was not giving birth at that hospital. I was told an ambulance was on it’s way to get me and transport me to a hospital downtown that was attached to Children’s Hospital. I wanted to cry. Not only was Josslyn premature but going by ambulance made the severity of what was going on all to real. This was serious and Josslyn was in danger.
I’m a ball of nerves! I can’t wait for part 3!
Only because I know she is alive and well now can I handle this story 🙂
I NEED part 3!!!
Haha, Part 3 is coming next week I promise. This was a super long story!