So I've been meaning to write for awhile now about my experience having Zachary (for journalistic purposes) but surprisingly (said with sarcasm) I've been tired and kept busy. Now that I've gotten around to posting, here it goes:
- Caution: I will be including terms like mucous plug and dilation so feel free to skip if you'd rather not hear about that :)
Monday, June 30, 2008
This was my last day of work because it was the day my student status expired. I graduated back in December but was able to extend my student status for 6 months because there had been a shortage in student employees. Also, Derrick and I attended the ward camp out Friday night and Saturday (June 27-28).
In the morning before work I noticed that I was having some weird discharge (don't worry, I won't go into detail there). I called a nurse at my OB/GYN just to make sure that this was okay. I was told that I had passed the mucous plug. I was first told to go to labor and delivery which seemed weird since I wasn't having contractions. The nurse called back about 10 minutes later to tell me she had talked to my doctor and I didn't need to rush to the hospital. I could go into labor either today or in a couple of weeks (the due date was 2 weeks away) so I should wait to go to the hospital until I was having contractions. Thanks nurse.
Since labor didn't seem pending I went swimming with my friend Tara and went to work as usual from 12-5 where I said my goodbyes and was given a plant which Derrick and I have surprisingly not killed yet. After leaving work I noticed that I was leaking a little. I found out later this was because my water broke but I didn't think too much of it at the time because it wasn't the dramatic flood I'd been expecting.
That night Derrick and I went about things as usual. We took a long walk for FHE and by the end I noticed a stomachache, backache, and that I was starting to waddle a bit because walking hurt. We turned on a movie when we got back and I worked on the crib bumpers I've been making for Zachary.
Around 11:o0 pm I noticed that my stomachache was cramping and decided to call my mom to see what contractions were supposed to feel like. She was able to confirm I was having contractions and told me to start timing them and let her know when they were 10 minutes apart so she could have time to drive the 8 1/2 hours from Colorado. I went to Derrick and surprised him with the news that I thought I was going into labor and we started timing contractions. The contractions were a constant 6 minutes apart and starting to get stronger and more painful fast. By 12:30 am the contractions were only 3 minutes apart so we jumped in the car and drove to the hospital and called our parents to let them know the grandson was coming.
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