My Water Broke Where?
Two weeks ago, I reached a major milestone, I survived an entire year of motherhood! (I get a gold star!) It was my son's 1st birthday, that's right, HJ turned one! That day, I decided to think back about the day he was born. So, I thought it was only fair that I tell my birth story for this week's blog.
It started on an early Saturday morning, I felt like my water broke a little bit and I woke my husband up and told him before this birthing class, we have to go to the hospital because I think my water Broke. We went to the hospital where I was told, it was not my water that broke and told me to go home. We ended up going to the birthing class to learn all about what would happen when it came time for my labor. I remember feeling soooo tired and just ready to be done with it all. Sunday morning, I'm getting ready for church and decided I might as well prepare just in case my water breaks. One of my friends at church who was also due around the same time as me, was absent. I wondered if she's in labor. (Come to find out, she was!) And then, I thought about how I wished I was in labor. A nice older lady at church told me that I was going to have the baby really soon. when I told her I had a whole other week she looked at me as if she knew a secret. After church, I went to my class and as I spoke to one of the deacons and priest and all the sudden I feel a warm trickle and then a gush. My husband was conversing and being long winded and I felt so embarrassed. I couldn't believe this was happening at church. I dreamed about how it would happen at home and I would labor at home for a while until I felt ready to go to the hospital. But, No, it was right here in front of God and everybody. I wondered about how I was going to tell these men that my water is breaking, and also, I wondered if I soaked the chair. So, I politely excused myself and Let them know that I did believe my water broke and I waddled my way into the bathroom to check and I was correct. Thankfully, I had the necessary protection that protected my dress and the chair. My husband in disbelief decided to ask Father Tom if he could then do confession! Father Tom encouraged him to take me to the hospital. So, I rushed to the hospital that was only 2 or 3 blocks away. My husband sped so fast he missed his turn. I had to calm him down so that he could get us to the hospital safely. I waddled myself up the elevator and explained how I knew that my water broke yesterday, and I was sent home. I'm pretty sure it broke today they tested it and immediately took me to my room. I worked really hard to have a natural non-medicated birth, however, I did end up sacrificing after well over 24 hours of labor and received my epidural. I took a much needed nap, when I woke I finally reached a point where I needed to push. A few emotional pushes later, my gift from God was here! It was the most amazing experience I've ever had in my life. And I knew that my life would never ever be the same.
I am grateful for the experience and he has brought so much joy into my life and everyone he knows! I look forward to seeing who he becomes and watching him grow into a strong determined human being and what footprint he leaves in this world.
8 months pregnant
I went on maternity leave shortly after that and had him 2 weeks later.