I did not have a childbirth experience with my first son, Mason. My ex husband and I adopted him when he was 5 months old. I never really thought I would ever get pregnant actually. I miscarried once when I was 18, and since then it never happened. Until last year I actually didn't believe it.
Now lets fast forward....
Noah was due on December 28, 2012. The doctor had planned on taking him a week early because he was growing so fast. On November 13th I got off from work and needed to pick up Mason from school and go food shopping. First stop, school. Next stop, Publix. Mason and I get out of the car and right at that moment I feel a small gush of water. I blow it off. I figured I just peed myself a little and into Publix I go. Normally I would have went home but Mason really needed poster board for a school project. So we finish up there and we go home.
Mason and me at my baby shower. 3 days before my water breaks.
Once home the first thing I do is empty my bladder. Man did I have to go! I figured problem solved. I changed my clothes and a couple of minutes later it happens again. Small gush of water.What the HECK is going on!!!! Two outfits later I call my mom. She then proceeds to tell me that my water broke and I need to go to the hospital. Why didn't I think of that? I call my friend Jenice at work. (We both worked at the hospital I was going to be giving birth at). I ask her to call Kelly in the E.R. and ask her what I should do. She calls me back and tells me I need to get there ASAP. Needless to say, I am so not ready for this. No bag packed. No plans for Mason. Nothing. I call my ex so I can drop off Mason. And off we go.
We get there and I am immediately taken to the Mom/baby floor. Got the confirmation that my water did indeed break. Now what? I am 33 weeks pregnant, this can't be good. Since this hospital does not have a NICU, I get transferred 40 miles away by ambulance. There I sat for 4 days. I was admitted on Tuesday. And the plan was to induce on Friday. They wanted to keep him in until he reached 34 weeks. It was 4 days of being poked and prodded. I thought it would be easy. Water breaks = baby comes. Instead it was all these rules. Don't get up, don't do this, don't do that. Friday needs to get here, and it needs to get here NOW!