Wednesday evening, November 4, I was admitted to the hospital to be induced.
BP and my mom stayed and visited for a while. I sent them home so I could rest and BP could care for the boys. Rather unexpectedly, my plans of reading and sleeping were blown out of the water.
Contractions came on quickly and full blown labor began through the night. I feel silly admitting to this, after all, I was there to be induced into labor. And it was my third child. I just wasn’t expecting labor that quickly.
The bed was horrible to sit in while breathing through contractions, so I asked for a birthing ball. There I sat and watched reruns of The Cosby Show while weathering contractions. That, my friends, was the only perk of labor (besides the actual baby.)
By 5:00am, contractions were 2 minutes apart and I was starting to panic because BP was not coming until 9:00, after he dropped the boys off at school.
Epidural was administered, I relaxed a little, and all was well.
Things went from fast to faster.
My knight in shining armor and my mom arrived around 9:15am and by 9:50, I was pushing.
Frog was born at 10:13am.
He was promptly placed on my chest so I could see the one who gave me all that heartburn for so many months. Seems as if the old wives tale holds true again.
And then Frog christened me with pee.
Thanks, Frog. It’s nice to meet you, too.
**I forgot to add earlier that after all we went through to get the initial RhoGam shot for this pregnancy, I DID have to get another one when Frog was born. ERRRR**