Last Day Pregnant

November 29, 2012

The last day of pregnancy.

Arriving to the hospital for induction. 

Here we go!

 

 

My induction was scheduled.

I knew what time I had to arrive that evening.

But from the moment I woke up, I was filled with mixed emotions.

Had I spent enough alone/one-on-one time with my Babygirl?

Was I really prepared to do this alone?

Could I keep myself together all day and soak up every moment I could with Babygirl?

 

I was an emotional wreck the whole day.

I cuddled my big girl in my bed for a good hour straight.

We watched all her favorite shows.

We ate her favorite donuts.

We made a special trip to 'Donald's' for lunch.

I told her mama was going to pick up Babysister tomorrow.

 

I didn't have the same worries as most women about having their second baby.

I knew I would be able to love this new baby as much as my first.

Of course my heart would grow and I would cherish both children equally.

 

My worries were different.

 

Could I endure hours of labor without my husband by my side?

Could I manage the pain and the waiting without him there holding my hand?

Would I fall apart late at night sitting alone in the hospital when he wasn't sleeping on the couch next to me?

Would I feel the ache of his absence more or less now that our second child arrived?

 

Would the crazy internet cooperate for us?

I half-expected to hear that the internet cut out the moment she was born and he had missed it all.

 

 

 

Contractions started the moment I received the overnight medicine.

The later it got that night, I was getting more and more uncomfortable.

I bounced, rolled and rocked on the birth ball.

I walked the halls with my mama and my IV.

I cradled my belly and rocked back and forth for hours.

No progress at midnight.

I sent my mother home to rest.

My sister had been sleeping a while since she had to work in the morning.

I sent hubby to bed and told him to set an alarm to check on me in a few hours.

 

So alone I sat.

I kept on rocking on the ball.

I kept on pacing my room cradling my belly.

I kept my emotions together.

At this point, I had only had one emotional breakdown.

I was trying my best.