Monday, December 10, 2012

Birth Day (Part II)

In honor of Henry's birthday on Wednesday, I'm writing a three-part post about his birth day. Here is Part I - Waterworks.

Part II - Denial City

4:15 am
I have my first contraction in bed. It feels like a strong but bearable menstrual cramp. I realize that my baby's birthday is going to be December 12 or 13, not December 24 or 25. It's a really odd, out-of-body feeling to know that in two days, it will all be over. (Truthfully, it's just beginning.) 

"We should just try to sleep," I say to Rayne. Who knows when my next contraction will be?

4:30 am
And, there it is.

5:30 am
Contractions have been coming every 15 minutes.

"Maybe you should email to tell them you'll be working from home today," I tell Rayne.

7:30 am
Contractions slow a bit but are intensifying. Rayne is timing them with a dorky app I made him download.

We get up and Rayne starts packing while I pace around and have breakfast.

I telephone my acupuncturist and we make plans for her to come over around 9:30 am.

"Should you call the doctor?" Rayne asks.

"Nah, I'll just wait until they open at 9."

9:00 am
Contractions are at five to seven minutes apart.
Leaving sans bags.

"How do you know you're in labor?" the nurse asks me on the phone. Duh.

My doctor gets on. I need to go to the office immediately so she can see how dilated I am and how the baby is doing.

"What about my acupuncturist?" I ask, still completely clueless and in denial. (I call to postpone.)

As we bundle up to go, Rayne makes one more sane request: "Should we bring the bags for the hospital?"

"Nah," I say, dismissing him calmly like the quiet but internally raging hormonal maniac I had become. "It's not like we are going to the hospital straight from the doctor's office."

Famous. Last. Words.


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