Chapter 1...And baby makes 3!

So here is how a normal everyday pregnancy turned into the scariest time of our lives.

When Jim and I decided to start a family we were truly blessed.  We got pregnant the second time of trying.  Everything was normal. Normal pregnancy (so far), normal tests, and normal ultrasounds until my 28th week.  Actually my 27th week but I didn't realize it at the time.  Please bare with me as this is a long story but not one that is boring. I'm starting from the beginning.

I remember very well waking up on a Thursday morning and having some "leakage" (sorry I know this is kinda gross but its part of the story)  I remember reading that in your third trimester you will have more "leakage".  So I thought nothing of it.  I just figured it came with the territory.  At that time I was in my 27th week.  Well that following Tuesday I woke up (from having taught dance the night before, even doing handstands in class), went and worked out and came back home to eat.  I remember it like it was yesterday.  I was standing in the kitchen when I got a cramp in my lower abdomen.  Not a bad cramp just a cramp and I remember thinking, "This doesn't feel right". I had not up until that time had any weird feelings with my body so to suddenly have this happen, I knew something was not right.  I ate my lunch and decided I would lie down and see if they went away.  I also knew Braxton-Hicks would be starting soon so I also thought it could just be that.  I layed in bed for an hour and timed the pains.  I would get one every 15 minutes and it would last about 30 to 40 seconds.  So in an hours time I had 4.  By now my heart was racing and I had butterflies in my stomach because I knew something was not quite right.  I decided I would call my doctor but first I needed to take a shower.  Showered up and I remember praying while in the shower, "Please make the pain stop, make it stop so I don't have to go to the doctors."  Well that didn't happen.  I called and spoke with a nurse and explained what I was feeling and she kept asking if when I got the pain it radiated to my side and around my back.  And I kept saying no, because it didn't.  She told me she wasn't at all worried, maybe I was getting a bladder infection, but I should come on it to be checked and if it was an infection I could go ahead and get started on meds.  The thought crossed my mind to not call and tell Jim because I didn't want him to worry but I knew I couldn't do that.  So I called him and told him I was having pains and I was going to the docs.  He said "I'm coming home right now".  I said "no no, I'm sure it is nothing, besides, I have to be at the dance studio at 4 to open it anyways".  My appointment was at 3 and I just knew I would be diagnosed with an infection and be at the studio by 4.  I told him by the time he got there I would be done at the docs and on my way to dance...he was about 45 minutes away from home at that time.  As soon as I knew what was going on I would call him.  Well of course it took them about 20 minutes to call me back at the doctors and by that time I was getting texts from Jim asking what was going on.  Nothing because I haven't seen the doc yet!  Dr. Foiles came in...by the way I hadn't even made my rounds at the practice and seen all the doctors.  Dr. Foiles was one I had not seen yet.  She was very sweet, asked what my pain felt like and I explained.  She asked if I was having contractions and I responded with "I don't know what contractions feel like, I've never been pregnant before".  I'm sure she thought I was a moron but oh well.  She does a swab to see if there's an infection and also does an internal ultrasound to check the baby.  We looked at Kenley opening and closing her mouth, we got a picture of her hand.  If something was going on Kenley didn't seem bothered by it.  The doctor noted that my cervix was an ok length but a little shorter then she wanted it to be but she said that she would probably want me to go home and get into bed and come back in a couple of days to have it rechecked.  She also put her hand on my tummy and says "Do you feel that? You're having a contraction right now".  I told her I didn't feel anything different.  She comes in from checking my swab and has a seat and says "Well sweetie, it looks like your water has broken".  Even before the tears had welled up in my eyes, she reached behind herself and grabbed a tissue.  She knew the waterworks were coming even before I did.  She then says "well we'll going to go ahead and send you over to the hospital and get you admitted".  These thoughts were racing through my head...But its too early...I wanted to get a pedicure before I went into the hospital and I haven't had a chance to get one...I didn't shave my legs when I took my shower, my legs are hairy and need to be shaved...I have bills I need to mail tomorrow...But its WAY TOO EARLY...and oh yeah, I have to go open the studio at 4.  Well by this time it was 4 and I knew that wasn't going to be happening.  She asked me if I had a telephone to call my husband and she would go get my paperwork together and she would be back.  I first call Jim and say (while I'm sobbing) "My water broke"!!! He goes "WHAT?  How did that happen"??  I replied that I didn't exactly know how it happened but he needed to go straight to the hospital they were sending me there.  I then called my mom who thankfully lived in the same town as we did.  She answered the phone her usual cheerful self and I say (sobbing again) "Mom, my water broke".  I believe she thought I was at home because she instantly starts telling me to be calm, everything will be ok.  I then inform her I'm at the doctors office and they are sending me to the hospital.  She tells me she'll be right there.  I then text my boss and tell her that this isn't a joke, my water broke, they are sending me to the hospital.  I'm sorry I can't open the studio.  I don't know why but at that time I felt bad for not being able to go open the studio for her.  But thats just me.  I always put other people's feelings before my own.  A good trait to have sometimes but at other times a not so good one to have.  So the nurse comes into the room to get me and I walk with her to another room where they give me my paper work and tell me to turn it in at the desk when I check into the hospital.  At this time it still hadn't hit me that I was going to be admitting myself to the hospital...by myself!!!!  I'm crying as I walk through the halls and the other nurses are looking at me and making that sad face that they felt sorry for me and the other prego moms in the lobby were staring at me I know wondering what in the world had me so upset.  So I was trying not to cry because I didn't want them to think anything really bad had happened because I didn't want to upset them.  Again, worried about other people's feelings.  They tell me not to bother checking out, they would do it for me and go ahead and go on the hospital, Dr. Foiles would meet me there.  I ended up calling my mom back and telling her to meet me at the hospital because I was getting ready to head over there and she says "YOU'RE DRIVING YOURSELF THERE"???  I replied "Yes mom, my water broke, I'm not dying.  It's a 2 second drive to the hospital, meet me there".  I was still my sarcastic self, my water breaking hadn't changed that.

And so this is just the beginning of the story...I'll start with the second chaper in another post.