The Beginning of the Beginning: The Birth Story, Part I

by Heather Neal

The past week has been the best of my life.

I melt when I see this face.

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I miss him when he’s asleep.

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My heart aches when he’s not in my arms.

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I can’t imagine having had to wait any longer to meet this little heart stealer.

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You could easily say the last thing I was expecting Saturday evening was to be standing in the kitchen at 36 weeks, home alone for the weekend, with a constant stream of water running down my leg.

“That’s odd,” I thought as I felt a small cramp in my lower abdomen. “I wonder what that is… Is this a different kind of contraction?” No sooner did the thought enter my head did I feel a barely discernable pop and a gush of wetness. A trip to the bathroom revealed what I wasn’t quite ready to comprehend yet- my water had broken as I stood alone in the middle of the kitchen, dinner in the microwave, the husband out of town, and getting ready for a girls’ night. Either that or this was world’s longest never-ending pee.

While I knew my water had broken, it would be hours before I understood exactly what that meant. It meant I was headed to the hospital. It meant I was coming home with a baby. It meant pregnancy was over, and a whole new life was about to begin, in more ways than one…

A call to my midwife revealed I’d have to come in to the hospital to get antibiotics; I’d only had my group b strep test the afternoon before and the results weren’t in. Though I’d need to come in relatively soon, we wouldn’t talk about induction until the next day. “Take your time though,” she said. I wondered if “take your time” included cleaning the house and finishing the nursery.

When it was clear there was no mistaking what was happening, I called the husband who was away on a last before-baby-boys’-weekend. No answer. I slowly made the round of friends he was with, dialing one number after the other, pausing briefly in between waiting for a return call. I could only imagine what went through his mind when his friend handed him the phone and uttered the words, “It’s your wife.”

We’d joked only hours earlier about him knowing I was ok and not in labor because none of his friends had missed calls from me even though he and I had been playing phone tag all day. Little did we know…

I quickly relayed the plan to the husband. I sounded calm, but inside I’d started shaking, like I’d just thrown back a quadruple shot of espresso after 9 months nearly caffeine free.

While he was making his way home- it’d be a few hours- I haphazardly threw together a hospital bag. One that I wouldn’t end up touching once.

Between packing a bag and coming up with a list of things for the husband to do and bring later {#1: shower, #2: bring more food}, I grabbed bites of dinner, took a shower, and baked some chocolate chip cookies. {That’s what everyone does when their water breaks, right? I had to make sure the nurses were on my side- I was in for a long haul!}

I was pretty impressed with myself for all the things I managed to think of to bring under pressure: a bathing suit for laboring in the tub, magazines & books for entertaining myself until the husband arrived, headbands and hair ties to keep my hair out of my face when things got serious. PJs, sweats, t-shirts, toiletries. Granola bars, flavored water, gum. I was set. I could practically go on vacation.

I couldn’t put off heading to the hospital any longer. Following strict instructions from the husband “not to be a hero” {aka not drive myself to the hospital}, I called my friend Emily to cancel our plans for the evening and to instead give me a ride. I started noticing mild contractions on the 10 minute drive to the local women’s hospital.

The triage nurse chuckled to herself when she overheard me tell the husband I’d call him back with an update when I found out if I’d be staying or not. “Of course you’re staying.” she laughed. I guess I was a little bit in denial still.

I changed into the delightful hospital gown with plans to change into my own pjs later, and dutifully crawled into the unforgiving hospital bed. I felt a little silly lying in bed not in labor, but I obliged none the less. It was going to be a long night; I didn’t need to cause trouble. Plus I was still gushing like a waterfall. Not so comfortable.

It wasn’t long before the midwife came in to chat. I’d have to stay because I needed the antibiotics every four hours until I delivered, but she’d give me some meds and let me sleep through the night. We’d talk about the dreaded “I” word {induction} the next day. She’d give me til 6pm. Her shift ended at 7am, so she told me who was coming to replace her and said she’d let them know the plan. Before she left to get some sleep in the call room she checked my progress so we’d have a starting point. 2 cm. It was probably around 9pm at this point and I was barely having mild contractions. More like cramps.

The husband arrived shortly after they got my IV antibiotics started, slightly jittery and in shock that he’d just walked into the hospital where his wife was lying in bed at 36 weeks pregnant, water broken.The midwife came back to update him. When he was reassured there was no baby popping out in the next few minutes, he headed home to collect both himself and a few forgotten items. It was 10:15. I vaguely remember Emily telling him sometime before she left that the contractions had started to get stronger, but I wasn’t admitting it yet.

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The first course of antibiotics finished up while the husband was gone and the nurse set me free from the IV and monitors. I was eager to get up and roam the halls and to see if we could get things moving. I was starting to get pretty uncomfortable, but I had an upset stomach and figured it just wasn’t playing well with the contractions. I was surprised to find myself leaning on the wall periodically for support. I started counting down the minutes until the husband would return; the support I really needed.

The husband wasn’t gone long- he made it back about 11pm, sauntering in calm, cool, and collected, expecting to find things exactly as they were when he left.

Boy was he wrong

{ 18 comments… read them below or add one }

Katie @ Healthy Heddleston January 17, 2012 at 10:05 am

Ahh so suspenseful! Hope we don’t have to wait too long for part two :) Those pictures are so handsome of your little boy!

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Lindsay January 17, 2012 at 10:10 am

What a tease! This story just reinforces what I already told my husband- no getaways the last 4 weeks of pregnancy! haha

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Beth January 17, 2012 at 10:21 am

Oh, I love the cliff-hanger… this is fun! (Especially when we know it turns out so right in the end.)

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Michaela January 17, 2012 at 10:42 am

congrats to your beautiful child!
I cannot wait to hear the rest of the story :)

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Jen @ Eat With Knowledge January 17, 2012 at 11:05 am

LOVE this story so far!!!! :)

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marci January 17, 2012 at 11:13 am

Can’t wait to read more. Can’t believe it all happened with your husband gone!

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Charise @ I Thought I Knew Mama January 17, 2012 at 11:15 am

I’m in suspense!

I’m collecting birth stories right now to link to on my blog and to read as my due date approaches for inspiration. I’ve got you bookmarked!

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Toni Carpenter January 17, 2012 at 12:04 pm

So exciting! The pictures are precious. I eagerly await the next installment. Truth be told, I am AMAZED that you are posting already, so I am content to be patient.

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Alison January 17, 2012 at 12:56 pm

Love your story so far (sounds a lot like mine!) and can’t wait to read more! He is so cute.

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Anna @ On Anna's Plate January 17, 2012 at 1:02 pm

In the beginning of my pregnancy, I was halfway thinking about trying to attend an out-of-town conference at 36 weeks…I guess now I know why my doctor said no way!!

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Haley S January 17, 2012 at 1:19 pm

Little man is so stinkin’ cute! Can’t wait for the rest of the story….

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Kristen @ The Concrete Runner January 17, 2012 at 2:09 pm

I know I did it too, but DAMN all you new moms and your cliff hangers! You. Are. KILLING. Me! ;) But, I am excited to hear the rest! :)

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maria @ a life to Bragg about January 17, 2012 at 4:00 pm

I left a cliffhanger in my birth story too and now I’m feeling everyone’s pain in curiosity haha. I want to hear the rest NOW. ASAP woman :)

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Jen January 17, 2012 at 4:33 pm

Omg! Cannot wait for part 2 :) I was shocked when they told me I’d be staying at the hospital too, even though I knew my water had broken. Labor is a weird thing!

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Jordan Lynn (Ciao Cow) January 17, 2012 at 5:10 pm

I absolutely love reading birth stories, but ahhh, the suspense …

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Karolina January 17, 2012 at 6:47 pm

What a way to end part 1! I can’t wait to hear part 2 of the story:)

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Carlee January 18, 2012 at 6:35 am

First of all. He.is.beautiful!!! What great pics you have already. Second, I love your story so far. You had me laughing at parts and at the edge of my seat at others. Can’t wait for more!

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Megan @ The Road to Skinny January 18, 2012 at 10:38 am

So suspenseful! Being nearly 22 weeks pregnant with my first, I adore reading birth stories! Can’t wait to see how the rest pans out!

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