Baby Heidi was born 10/6/10, at 9:55 PM, weighing . . . oh wait. Just kidding.
If you thought THAT was a mean trick, imagine being in labor for 5 hours with contractions increasing in both duration and intensity of pain. Imagine the triage nurse saying your bag of waters is "bulging;" and your labor/delivery nurse declaring you "imminent."
Imagine Matt changing his flight and emailing his boss that he won't be in meetings the following day. Imagine him getting our video chat all set up, and Grandma B coming over to join the video party.
Imagine employing your relaxation techniques, gearing up mentally for all a 33 5/7 weeker entails: 2ish+ weeks of NICU, CPAP, pumping, calorie supplementation for a couple months after coming home . . . etc.
And then, magically, at 9:55 PM, imagine the contractions suddenly spacing out and becoming mild enough that you can crack jokes during them. The doc said if I were full term, they would have broken my water just to get it over with, but of course since I'm preterm they're happy to give me as much time as I can get.
So now it's a little after 2 AM and I'm awake with a few more relatively strong contractions. Is she coming? Who knows . . .
At least I got some good pictures of my almost-last-minute belly and me in the almost-delivery bed:
It was enough of a scare that the doctors are keeping me hospitalized just to see if it happens again tonight.
Truthfully--other than feeling a little sheepish for thinking it was the "real thing" when it wasn't--I'm still happy for every extra day Heidi gets in Mommy's incubator.
But, seriously, my uterus is weird.
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