I had a perfect pregnancy. I never got very sick. I was a little queezy in the beginning but not too bad, despite the doctors warning that "it was coming" since I had two babies on board. Thank the Lord for that! I felt good, I hadn't gained too much weight, my blood pressure was good, the babies were good, everything was good! I had just gotten to the point that my lower back was starting to ache, but I was over halfway through my pregnancy, with twins and that's a "normal" pregnancy symptom. I was working 2-3 days a week as a dental hygienist (also hard on a back) and I had just started bumping people's heads with my belly :) I wondered how on earth I would clean teeth with a big ol' twin pregnant belly, but I was just going with it. I had an appointment on a Monday with a growth scan and ultrasound where I got to see the babies in 3d for just a minute and they weren't really very clear because they were still so little, but it was obvious that Baby B was still quite the wild one as he showed off with his feet up by his EARS....it hurt me just to think about it. We got a few cute little pictures and one looked like Baby A was kissing Baby B's head. They measured everything that needed to be measured and things were looking good with the babies and me as far as they could see.
Luke had been out of town in Kansas City, Missouri for a couple of weeks and was supposed to come home Thursday or Friday, but they asked him to stay an extra week. I was really upset about that because I knew that our time with just the two of us was coming to an end and here they were taking away even more of it! Saturday night I went over to the inlaws and spent some time with them and my brother in law and sister in law and by the time I got home I was super tired! I only remember that because Luke had called to talk and I remember that I had already fallen asleep and I don't even remember what we said because I was too sleepy to talk and he decided to let me go so I could rest. That's the last thing I remember before I fell asleep on the couch until.......
I woke up around 4:30 to a GUSH. Not a trickle, "oh what is that? Could something be wrong?" There was no mistaking what was happening - it was like every tv show or movie ever made it out to be. I didn't for a second wonder if maybe I was just peeing on myself...IT woke me up and was uncontrollable. I jumped up and I may have just been thinking it, but I'm pretty sure I quietly started saying "oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no...." while I ran to the bathroom. I knew what was happening, but I didn't know why and I knew it wasn't good. I sat down on the toilet and tried to compose my thoughts. What do I DO? I'm pretty sure I need to go to the hospital, now. I'll call my mom. Well, she's 30 minutes away, that's a long way for her to drive. And she'll be worried the whole way. Maybe I'll call Luke's parents, they are only 15 minutes away. I probably need to leave sooner than that. Stephanie -- CALL Casey and Liz (my brother in law and sis in law), now! They live IN the neighborhood.
I don't know why or how - but for some reason I thought it was Monday, and I knew that Casey and Liz had to go to work, and I didn't want to bother them.
Ok, call Liz or Casey? I don't want to call Casey - I look like I peed in my pants. Stephanie - this IS an emergency, call them NOW.
Ok, ok.. I called. I think I told Liz, "I think I need to go to the hospital...my water broke."
She was here in less than 5 minutes, I am sure. It was fast. In the mean time, waiting for her, I decided to grab a few things knowing I had no idea when I would be back home. My phone, my ipad, my robe (to hide my pants), a couple of towels (to sit on in Liz's car), and pants (because mine were wet). You know...because they LET you wear pants when you're at the hospital threatening to give birth way too early.
Maybe my thoughts weren't totally together, but I had the essentials - a phone and an ipad. Ha!
Liz got here, and I was folding towels to put in her seat while bless her heart she was telling me not to worry about that. Hey, she had a new car and I didn't want to mess it up. As I sat down, I said "I just need to stay calm"...which I later found out she thought I was telling HER to stay calm. That sounded so bossy and unlike me - but apparently it helped ;) She was great - she ran all the lights and drove very quickly all the way to Rex and got us there safely. On the way, I called Luke, the doctor, my mom, dad and inlaws...all who ended up meeting us at the hospital....except for Luke - who was in Missouri!
I ran inside the hospital, told them my water broke and I was 23 weeks and 3 days pregnant. They asked me something about insurance and got a nurse to take me to wherever I needed to be because apparently we came in the cardiac emergency department. The nurse said "you're how far along?" "23 weeks...." "Oooh $#*!", she said and turned to Liz and asked "Can you run?" I'll probably never know who she was, but let me tell you, that's not a way to keep a pregnant lady who's water just broke way too early calm.
Then we bumped our way along the halls in the wheel chair and elevators to where my doctor was meeting us.
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