Alright, I tried to be all creative and come up with something that dealt with the Fast and Furious movies, since I used them in G-baby's birth...turns out, the names of the F&F movies are boring. But I'm part Japanese, so I'm gonna use this one ;)
Here is baby Aidan's birth story...not as dramatic as G's for sure, but faster, if at all possible!
Sunday, October 6th:
Earlier in the week, I had created a list of "honey-do's" for J. The list ranged in the small (sweep) to the large (organize the garage) - and there were no less than 35 things on the list. Slowly, but surely, we were making our way through the list. The weekend of the 5th and 6th, we decided we would not make any plans, other than get through as much of the list as possible. Fun weekend, huh??
I was in the back bedroom putting clothes away, and J was in the garage. He desperately wanted to be able to put my car in there -- easier to wrangle children when loading them up for school in the morning if they are in the garage as opposed to the driveway! But I was not ready for HOW he was going to do it.
I walk out into the living room, and J has moved half of our garage to our living room floor. My heart rate started to speed up and I couldn't look at the room. I busied myself by meticulously cleaning the kitchen cabinets...while J kept bringing stuff in.
After about 15 minutes, J comes in triumphantly and announces that my car is in the garage! I roll my eyes and give him a thumbs up and walk away. He follows and shows me the "baby's room" - aka the closet. He has placed everything in a pile on a shelf; I tell him it looks messy. He asks, "Okay, how do you want me to reorganize it?" No exaggeration, that question put me over the edge. I had a full on panic attack. Hysterical crying, couldn't breathe....I had to put my head between my knees.
Do you have any idea how hard that is being 8.5 months pregnant???
After I calmed down, I decided I would reorganize my 6 purses ;) J joined me and let me know he had reorganized the closet and the living room was now empty. While that calmed me down, I knew that I was too overwhelmed still to go to small group that evening. I decided to stay home and clean/rest while J took the kids.
Everyone came back home around 7pm. Kids ate dinner and we put them down for bed. Before we left Reagan's room, I asked her, "Sweetie, if I go into labor tonight, do you want me to wake you?" After some thought, she said yes.
We came out into the living room, ate dinner, and I did some data entry for work. Around 9:45pm, I started to feel some contractions. I had been having Braxton Hicks for WEEKS, and I really thought that I had just overdone it with the cleaning and the freak out. We had prayed for a clear sign though, and we didn't think like we had one.
I texted my midwife, Donnellyn, at 9:50pm to let her know what was going on. She told me to drink 2 glasses of water and get into the tub (a warm bath will stop Braxton Hicks, but do nothing to real labor). By 10pm, I was miserable...not because of the contractions (which weren't any better), but because I really hate baths! Luckily, Donnellyn texted me right about then and told me to come to the birth center anyway...just to be sure.
We packed up our toiletries and moved everything to the car. J went and woke up the kids and got them in the car. I called Christy, our birth photographer, and let her know what was going on. I told her I didn't know if it was labor but she should probably come just in case. She agreed. Then, I called Judy, a family friend, and told her what was going on, and asked her to meet us at the birth center to watch the kids since my sister was out of town. She agreed as well and said she would be there shortly. By the time the phone calls were done, I was drifting more and more to the realization that this was probably it!
To be continued...... ;)
