Seven years ago today I was the proud mother of two year old triplets who was expecting a very special surprise on August 6th. I had no idea that our baby bunting would decide that she had no intention of waiting that long. On Sunday night, July 27, 2003, I had no idea what glorious gift we would be given the next day.
The night before on Friday the 26th, I had thrown a small birthday gathering for my sweet DH whose birthday is the 29th. I decided to celebrate his birthday early since I was scheduled for a c-section on August 1st. We had our dear MH come to help with the children while I prepared for the party. Somehow we had time to run to Dos Taquitos to eat before our sweet guests arrived. As we left, I felt like perhaps my water had broken right there in the parking lot. I called my doctor who was on call AT THE HOSPITAL. In other words, it would have inconvenienced her in NO WAY had she asked me to come into the hospital to be checked. She did not. She told me that it sounded like I was fine and to not worry about it.
Therefore, I had DH's party and worried all night that something more might happen in front of our guests. It didn't, so the next day I SAT ON THE GROUND and painted chairs. Remember, I have trusted the medical professional and believe that there is no way my water broke.
Sunday morning the 5 of us went to church. While I felt uncomfortable, I sat through the service and came home afterwards. That evening my brother and his new bride brought over some delicious lasagna and we enjoyed a great meal together. I continued to feel ill and started feeling like I had the flu. Then, I began to have contractions.
I called our wise medical professional, who informed me that I was not having strong contractions because I was speaking too well. Never mind that they were less than 5 minutes apart, mind you. At 10pm, I called her back and then told her that I was going to come to the hospital (where she was ON CALL) because I could not scramble for help with 2 year old triplets any later than that. She told me I would most likely be sent home, but DH & I packed our bags anyway and went to the hospital.
The story will be continued tomorrow as we celebrate the birth of our fabulous blessing #4, our dear Bug. We love you, Buggy!
9 comments:
Oh, I want to smack that doctor. Not very Christlike of me, though.
Happy Birthday, BUG!
Happy early birthday to your sweet little Bug!!! I can't wait to read the rest of the story!
Oh that is so no right. It's like reading a really good book and having to wait for the sequel to find out what happens. I was really getting into your story.
BTW....2 year old triplets and one on the way?!!!!!!! I'm bowing to you right now.
Stupid Doctors...can't wait to hear the rest!!!!!
I am shaking my head mouth open. What. in. the. world?!?! Sometimes people we put our trust in amaze me... I wrote about something sort of like that just yesterday.
I actually went to the beach a couple of weeks ago and forgot The Help, and had The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo on hand, so I decided to finish this one, and then read The Help next. Can't wait to get into it!
With my 2nd son who just celebrated his 18th bday, my water broke IN THE HOSPITAL LOBBBY [on our way to a la maze refresher] at 7pm.....they checked me in right away alright, but I HAD TO WAIT UNTIL 8AM until my doctor FINALLY SHOWED UP!!! B was born 7 minutes later!!!
....he did not deliver any of my other children....
I love, love, love baby stories. They are have their own little sets of twists and turns, each so uniquely different, just like the little ones who are born -- all uniquely different. Thanks for sharing..
Funny story. I miss Dos Taquitos so much. Raleigh had the best restaurants!
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