This is what happens when you don't listen

I'm in the hospital. Not in labor, but here none the less.


On Thursday I had an appointment with Dr. Webb, the man who delivered Charlie, the man who I traveled across the world to have deliver my son. He examined me and told me I was 2cms dilated and 80% effaced. He knew that Marcus wasn't coming to town until Saturday afternoon. He also told me that he was leaving town this weekend and wouldn't be back until Sunday night.
I don't want you to have this baby without your husband, and I don't want you to have this baby without me. So this weekend take it easy. Just put your feet up and relax- at least until Sunday night.


Sounds reasonable right. Unless one of your best friends is also coming to town and you have plans to go to a fashion show on Friday night and to get facials and mani-pedis at the spa on Saturday.


I knew Friday was a bad idea but it wasn't like I was running a marathon, I pretty much sat the whole time. That night though, my contractions were non-stop and I spent most of the night begging the baby out loud to just 'wait for daddy to get home tomorrow'.


Saturday was cool. The spa was relaxing. Marcus came in as scheduled. Everything was great until about 6:45pm, when alone in the kitchen I felt something fall out of me onto the floor.

What the hell is this? Did my water just break??

I cleaned up the kitchen and without a word to anyone went to my room, walked past Marcus who was asleep and Bri who was reading a magazine, and took a shower.

When I came out of the bathroom I whisper to Bri,
Soooo, I think my water just broke, but I'm not sure.

The next 30 or so mins is filled with Bri on the computer, googling her fingers off on how to know if your water really broke if there aren't any contractions.

Marcus wakes up just as I'm taking a "test" to see if it was the real deal and we explain to him what's going on. He makes me call the Dr. and the on-call Dr suggests that I go to the hospital.

If your water broke, we'll keep you. If not, we'll send you home.

Sounds reasonable, and as it turns out my water didn't break.
Great I can go home...
Not so fast.
Also turned out I was 4-5cms dilated and 100% effaced... so they decided to keep me.


So I've just been hanging out. I sent Marcus home to get some sleep at around midnight. I slept until about 5am. He's gonna bring the girls here a little later so I can comb their hair before they go to their first play with Grandpa (the Nutcracker). And my plan for the day is to try to keep this baby in until Dr. Webb makes it back to town tonight so he can deliver me.

Sounds reasonable. I mean I haven't haven't been in any pain. The baby is doing great right now. I think I can do it.

Except that's not how hospitals work. My guess it when Dr, Bartels gets here in 15mins they'll examine me and if I'm more than 5cms they'll break my water and make me deliver without my beloved Dr. Webb.



Either way wish me luck!!