How's that for a post title? By the way, I didn't mean to leave you hanging for so long.
I grabbed my Rubix cube and it's instructions/clues for solving.
Angela arrived to watch the sleeping kids.
I listed the reasons for bringing the Rubix cube with Danny emphasizing that he'd have something to keep him awake if we're just waiting a long time while they monitor my contractions. I also may have threatened him with his life if he fiddled with it while I was in any sort of pain. He declined bringing it.
I timed my contractions on the way to the hospital. They seemed to be about 3-5 minutes apart from the start of one contraction to the start of the next. Irregular. Could it be Braxton-Hicks? still??
I found myself unable to talk during the contractions. But not so bad that I need to murderize anything. yet.
In the wee hours of the morning, only the ER entrance of the hospital is open. I was wheeled from the ER over to Labor & Delivery.
I changed into my gown and was hooked up to the monitors. My nurse checked my cervix. I prayed for some validation that would convince the on-call doctor to deliver instead of trying to stop the contractions and send me home. Please let it be at least be 2 centimeters.
It was barely 1 centimeter. But my contractions were picking up on the monitors at 3 1/2 minutes apart.
When my nurse came back and told me they were indeed going to do the c-section that morning, I'm pretty sure I said, "I love you," to her.
But then I started to get a little nervous remembering the c-section from the twins' birth. I was also bummed that my doctor wouldn't be the one delivering my baby girl. He was on vacation for a couple days.
And now for an exciting cliffhanger.
My laptop battery is going to die. To be continued . . .