I rested a lot that day. Read a library book off and on that day (I wrote the name somewhere – some mystery book that was NOT riveting). The boys went to sleep easily and earlier than usual (maybe God was setting up the scene). By 8-something at night, they were both sound asleep so Kevin and I propped ourselves up in our bed, to organize some baby clothes as we had so many hand-me-downs and time was running out.
8:58 pm – As I shifted in bed, I felt warm liquid seeping and I could tell it wasn’t the usual discharge that sometimes felt noticeably warm and would give Kevin a scare.
I called the doctor’s office and Dr. Not My Doctor was the one on call, just like with Ellis. He said I can either come in right away since it sounded like my water had broken and contractions would be coming or I can labor at home and come in in the morning. We weren’t sure if he said come in in six hours or come in by 6 am, so we called him back to clarify.
We texted lots with our neighborhood friends, A, S and W re “It’s Game Time!”
S rushed over. The boys would be waking up to him instead of us. I wrote out letters to each son. I felt so emotional, knowing that these were the last moments of us being a family of four, my having just my two precious sons I doted on for the past 4.5 and 6.5 years. I was a Boy Mom and so whupped on these two very different creatures who made me a mom. And my Pillow Cheeks was no longer gonna be my Babyest after 4.5 years of milking it.
Light pink seepage soaking up dozen maxi pads. I used pantiliners until I realized that I needed more heavy duty support.
I practically barked at Kevin and was super-mean. “I know you supportive but I need you to LEAD so I can just be passive in times like these!” But he was discombobulated by my water breaking 16 days before the due date, after the bladder prolapse the day before.
I didn’t start contractions under AFTER midnight (water broke at 8:58 pm). I had snuck into boys’ room to marvel at my sleeping babes whose lives were about to change. In a good way mostly, but there would also be a loss of Mommy’s attention and energy as a third apple of my eye would be scooting them over. Or “scootching” them over, as Ellis likes to say.
Contractions picked up, about 6-7 minutes apart. After I kissed the boys in their sleep, I calmly woke up a sleeping Kevin to tell him we should go in and get my epidural more timely than last time. I had told Kevin to invest in rest though I wasn’t able to sleep. For some reason, Kevin was surprised again that this was really happening.
S arrived so swiftly, gave me a quick “heem-neh” hug and marched right into our apartment like a soldier on a mission, with his rolled up sleeping bag. Kevin gave him inhaler instructions for Micah and we took off before 2 am.
My contractions were coming regularly and it hurt like a mother (is that where the saying comes from?) but I don’t think it hurt as much the previous two births.
Kevin advised: If you wait for me to park, it could be a matter of getting an epidural on time or the anesthesiologist getting all booked up like last time when it was too late.
Me: You right. Good call. Just pay the $1000 for parking valet.
I checked in at 2:22 am on what seemed to be an uneventful night at the maternity ward. Later I found out that it truly was uneventful due to it being Memorial Weekend. I asked how can babies time their own births around major holidays and someone explained that as far as scheduled deliveries, they were scarce around major holidays.
Dr. S, a handsome young Indian anesthesiologist gave me my epidural at 3:05 am when I was ONLY 3.5 cm dilated. Another gorgeous Indian doctor.
5 pounds, 8 oz, 2500 grams, 19 inches tall
Now, 11 months old, with a staring problem like I’ve never seen before. Only Li’l Kim to army crawl, still zero teeth, and waking up once or twice through the night since seven months old. Slept so much better when brand new. Wishing you a wonderful last month of being an infant.