Over the last couple of weeks, I have really begun to feel the approaching labor. First sign of evidence: the dropping or "lightening" of the baby. "Ok, Ok", you are saying to yourself, "but that doesn't mean the baby is coming right now!"...And your right, but then last week, I also began to clean like a maniac and setting up all the baby stuff with some outrageous boost of energy. "Sure that happens to us all, but that still doesn't mean the baby is coming right now!" you say again to yourself as you read this blog, trying to find the purpose behind what I am getting at.
Well what I am getting at here exactly is that I had my first fake labor alarm this last weekend and all these signs made me think, Wow! This really could be it.....NOT!!!!
So Friday, I went shopping with my mother-in-law here and there. As I was getting out of the car to head into the Dollar Store, I realized some sort of liquid had just burst out of me. I was kind of taken back, not really knowing what it was. I started to tell Carla about the liquid sensation in my pants and she bright eyed said, "Did your water break?" It dawned on me, maybe my water did break...so we finally got home and I decided to see if anything else was coming out and monitor it. For the rest of the day, sparatic spouts of liquid kept coming out. So I finally decided to call my mom to find out what I should do about it. She told me to call the advice nurse and see what they thought I should do. So I called and they told me to put on a panty liner for about an hour and then at the end check to see if it was full and what it smelled like.
So for the next hour, I sat and watched t.v. and sure enough, my panty liner was full and there was no odor to be found. I called back Kaiser and they instantly told me to come in and get checked. So Logan and I packed the rest of our bag and headed on down the hill. By this time, it was already 10 pm and I was pretty tired. We made it to the hospital at around 11 pm and they got me all set up on the monitors to measure our vitals. We sat and listened to the beating of Cache's heart and watched the monitor spike as each contraction (which I have been having the past couple of weeks) came about. After about 20 minutes, 3 women: the doctor, the nurse and the med school student all came in to check to see if my water had truly broken. Sure enough, my waters were fully in tact with 0 effacement and no hint of dialation at all!!! How embarrassing, right? The most embarrassing part is....
I WAS PEEING MY PANTS THE WHOLE DAY!!! Yep, that's right...what I thought was labor was really just me, a sorry old spaz, not knowing how to control her bladder, trickling her pants all day and thinking she was going to start labor. Apparently I was just very well hydrated!
Well when Logan heard that, he just started laughing. We headed home and got there around 2 am, hit the hay and didn't wake up till 11 the following morning. I guess I have come to the conclusion that everyone must go through the false labor or at least that's what I am going to tell myself so I don't feel so stupid for rushing to the hospital only to find out that I was just peeing my pants. We've decided that we aren't going to go to the hospital until I have unbearable contractions. Oh well, at least I have a funny story to post on my blog!
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