Yes…I still have my shirt on…
“BABE!!!” I screamed at 3:30am Tuesday with the sense of urgency of a woman who didn’t feel like she was being taken seriously.
For the life of me, I just couldn’t understand why he wasn’t facing me helping me deliver this baby!!
Sure, I was in a wheelchair AND we hadn’t QUITE entered the entrance to the emergency room, BUT I HAD been saying the head was RIGHT THERE for the last AT LEAST 7 minutes.
How do I know it had been at least 7 minutes? Glancing at the time left to destination on the GPS, while we’d been in the car was the only motivation I had to not push every time I had a contraction for the 20ish minute drive from our house the hospital. (Technically the GPS said 27 minutes once we hit the freeway and TECHNICALLY, I’ve heard my husband use the term governor when he tells the story, so who really knows the exact timing of it all.) Truth be told, my very pale husband who clearly didn’t want to deliver a baby on the freeway was the tiny bit of motivation I needed to do everything in my power to keep our baby girl in my body a tiny bit longer!! OH that AND the fact that I had pants on…
If at this point you are thinking, “What in the world, this woman had done this 5 times why didn’t she leave her house sooner?!?” I’d like to take a moment to defend myself. 😉
At 4pm Monday afternoon I had a doctor’s appointment where my OB informed me I was 85% effaced and almost 5cm dilated. When I asked her at what point I should go to the hospital she told me when my contractions were 10min apart for an hour. I trusted her. She is a doctor.
To know you are that far progressed into labor is AMAZING, particularly if you had been experiencing prodromal labor EVERY night for the previous 10 days. Never heard of prodromal labor? I hadn’t either and I’m no rookie to this birthing thing!! Google it if you want the real details, but basically it’s your body going into something that feels like real labor for hours and then stoping completely. The exhaustion that sets in is really quite phenomenal.
I was exhausted, thinking that night would be my night to have our new baby girl, since I do have a history of “checking me” pushing me right into labor, I headed home to have a quite dinner, shave my legs and maybe do my nails.
And sure enough contractions, though inconsistent started before I’d even left the doctor’s office. As I ran my errands and began to head home I had this nagging feeling driving AWAY from the hospital and toward home wasn’t what I should be doing.
With my husband’s encouragement I made it home and labored at home until about 2am. By 2:30am I knew we had to get going. My contractions NEVER were 10 minutes apart for an hour. They went from 12 minutes apart to 10 to 9 to 8 QUICKLY!!
Our friend came quickly to stay with the children and we set off on our 27 minute drive to the hospital. THE.LONGEST. RIDE.OF.MY.LIFE.
And so, our sweet new little girl and myself, made QUITE an entrance.
Neither my husband nor I can quite remember exactly how my pants came off, but from what we can gather I started to pull them off as he wheeled me into the emergency room. Waiting that long to take my pants of was quite an accomplishment considering I stood outside of the car, in front of some random security guard threatening to take my pants off and lie down right there on the asphalt to have my baby the second we pulled in. Thankfully, my husband begged me to sit down and started wheeling me into the standby emergency room.
Oh yes!! Did I forget to mention when we finally arrived at the Emergency Room, it wasn’t OPEN!! We apparently went to the standby emergency room, so the hubby had to call for them to open the door as I was begging to have my baby on the blacktop out front!! Hahahaha!!!
As I was FINALLY being wheeled into the hospital, I yelled my husband’s name one last time and he turned around just in time to catch our little girl. Yes, I was in the wheelchair. Yes, there were too many people who witnessed the birth. Yes, I woke up a groggy staff with a screaming entrance in the middle of the night.
With my soggy, new little girl in my arms I looked around to see at least a dozen pairs of eyes staring at me…immediately, “I’m sorry” started pouring out of my mouth over and over. OH. MY. GOSH. I’d just had my baby in front of God and everyone, but it was over and she was in my arms.
In the end, it was miraculous and hilarious and I can’t tell the story without cracking up. I can still see the pale, shocked face of a particular male RN who may very well never recover from our bold entrance into the hospital that night!!
God was good to let us make it to the hospital. No one wants to clean up that sort of mess in a car!!! I’ve been jokingly telling everyone we officially can’t have any more children because we don’t live close enough to the hospital.
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