And it all started…
Today – one year ago. I woke up around midnight on Sunday, January the 3rd with what I assumed were Braxton Hicks contractions. The contractions woke me up a few times that night, but I got up in the morning and went to church like usual. Why wouldn’t I? I wasn’t due to have Alex for another two weeks. I was positive that what I was going through was not actual labor. My mother kept telling me that since she had had both me and my sister two weeks early, I was bound to have Alex two weeks early. I tried to tell her that my OBGYN said things like that aren’t necessarily hereditary, but she was pretty adamant.
So here I am on my blog admitting for everyone to read — she was right! I spent most of the day Monday curled up on the couch with my mom waiting for my contractions to be close enough together that I could go to the hospital. I don’t know what I would have done without her. She rubbed my back, told me I was doing a great job, and did her best to keep my spirits up.
Early labor was miserable for me. I had been bound and determined to go through labor and delivery naturally, but with as much pain as I was in on Monday, I began to worry about if I was going to be able to make it. All I wanted at that point was to be admitted to the hospital and deliver a healthy baby. My birthing plan didn’t seem to matter as much any more. I just wanted this little guy to arrive!
To be continued…