The Arrival!

So as I sat at my job trying to stay calm, I realized that my baby was on her way and here I am stuck at work. I needed to call someone to come in and cover my shift so I can go get my fiance and rush her to the hospital. I must say, watching television shows of guys fainting or freaking out made me think that is what would happen to me, but I found myself so relaxed, there was no speeding to get home... OK maybe a little more than i should have been doing.

Finally I arrive home, go upstairs and there is my fiance Caroline, giving birth. OK so she wasn't giving birth yet, she was on the toilet of all places to be in the house. Apparently her water was gushing and she didn't want to get it all over the floor. Talk about a thoughtful woman. Luckily for us we had already packed a bag a few months in advance so all she had to do was put on some pants and we could head to the hospital. I went into our room, grabbed some sweats and helped her in it. I also grabbed a garbage bag, so as to lay it on the seat for her. Although her water was still gushing we knew we had to get to the hospital.

We were both surprised at how calm she was, and wondered where the pains were. All you see in every movie is a pregnant woman being wheeled into the hospital yelling, and screaming because of the pain, yet with her, nothing. She was feeling no pain at this point, except a little bit of pressure. Once we were checked in she was induced and slowly began feeling the pains...every 20 or so minutes, but again, no yelling and screaming as we have seen on TV  Folks do not, I repeat DO NOT believe the garbage we see on TV  its all a lie. There was no yelling, or cussing me out, just a few "ooh's" and grabbing of her bed rail. The doctors checked her every 30 minutes or so seeing how far dilated she was, but according to them she was not far along. Finally one doctor commented "You may just have the baby tomorrow" She looked the doctor straight in the eye, smiled and stated "you better figure out a way, because I will NOT be pregnant tomorrow." We all laughed and they assured her they would do everything they could.

As our friends and family came to visit she was still not too far along. But the pain kept inching closer. Everyone commented how well she was doing, yup that was my girl, a trooper. She was taking the pain well, not crying out, just grabbing hold and shaking that rail with each piercing pain.

As time raged on I let Caroline know how proud of her I was that she did not give up, that she was holding on and not asking for the epidural, but at 5:30 she gave up...smh. She could no longer handle the pain, and asked for that hated epidural. Such a sellout, whatever happened to the natural births from back in the day.... And the journey continues....