Today started unlike any other day (almost). My wife woke me up at around 2:30 am because she was having contractions. Unlike the contractions from the day before, today seemed real, looks like this is happening.
My reaction? I'm a little scared, very very happy that it's happening. Our baby was supposed to be born on 9th March, today is 20th March. We're both like, let's have him already! But the contractions are still quite far, trying to sleep but no luck. We finally make it over to the hospital at around 11 am after a few very painful contractions.
Reach the hospital and the nurse hooks her up to a fetal monitor & that's when it all stops. No more contractions, what the hell, there was a contraction in the car on the way to the hospital, in the bathroom when Ritz was changing, but now, hooked up to the monitor for an hour, nothing...
We're waiting for the doctor, I'm feeling quite anxious & unsure of what I'm supposed to be doing. We never really went for any classes or spoke to people or read books or podcasts etc. My whole philosophy, right or wrong, has been, let's not go nuts, we'll take it as it goes. We have who we (and others) consider the best doctor in town & if there's something that needs to be done, he'll let us know. Except, this... should I do something?
Just as Ritz gets up to go meet my mom (who drove with us to the hospital, excited about the first grandchild about to be born), boom.... here's another contraction, a painful one & the doctor walks in just then. "That's what I call a 7, you're in labor for sure, get admitted". Yay! oh wait... you ok?
My reaction? I'm a little scared, very very happy that it's happening. Our baby was supposed to be born on 9th March, today is 20th March. We're both like, let's have him already! But the contractions are still quite far, trying to sleep but no luck. We finally make it over to the hospital at around 11 am after a few very painful contractions.
Reach the hospital and the nurse hooks her up to a fetal monitor & that's when it all stops. No more contractions, what the hell, there was a contraction in the car on the way to the hospital, in the bathroom when Ritz was changing, but now, hooked up to the monitor for an hour, nothing...
We're waiting for the doctor, I'm feeling quite anxious & unsure of what I'm supposed to be doing. We never really went for any classes or spoke to people or read books or podcasts etc. My whole philosophy, right or wrong, has been, let's not go nuts, we'll take it as it goes. We have who we (and others) consider the best doctor in town & if there's something that needs to be done, he'll let us know. Except, this... should I do something?
Just as Ritz gets up to go meet my mom (who drove with us to the hospital, excited about the first grandchild about to be born), boom.... here's another contraction, a painful one & the doctor walks in just then. "That's what I call a 7, you're in labor for sure, get admitted". Yay! oh wait... you ok?
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