Tuesday Morning - "Um Eric, I think my water broke!!"

Tuesday morning, 7/19, started like any other weekday.  My alarm went off and I lay in bed contemplating how long I can lay there before having to get up and use the bathroom.  This day was no different, only when I got to the bathroom, I realized either my water had broken, or I had completely lost bladder control in my 3rd trimester.  Eric was summoned from bed (I only had to call out 3 times) to come and verify that yes, something had definitely happened in the baby department.  He said even if it wasn't my water breaking, I needed to get checked out anyways.  So with building anticipation, we packed a few last minute things in our bags, showered, ate a good breakfast, and headed for Mercy, arriving between 8:30 and 9:00 that morning.  Here I have a video of a short conversation as we drove to the hospital.

After checking in at the hospital, they were able to verify that it was, in fact, my amniotic fluid that was now coming out quite quickly. At this point, I was still not having any contractions, so they started pitosin at a low dose.  So here you find Eric and I are lauging watching The Price is Right, which, if you're following the timeline, is 10-11.  (Sidenote: They had a contestant named Elaine that came on the show - that had to be a sign!)  Contractions began soon after and within an hour it went from two happy calm people to some pretty serious hand-squeezing and "relaxation breathing".  Eric managed to run down to the cafeteria and grab a sandwich, and while he was gone, I realized I had 3 contractions.  It wasn't long after that they checked my cervix for the second time (which was at a 6 by the way) that the nurse said, hmmm, I can't feel the head -your baby might be breech!  So she called in an ultrasound and less than 45 minutes later, I was signing a paper that said I give consent to a c-section.  (Bear in mind I am now in the painful part of labor where most people get their epidural.)  I was wheeled to the operating room, and they threw a pair of scrubs at Eric and said - get changed, we'll come get you in a bit.  By the time my spinal block was ready, my contractions had reached a point where the nurse later told me she thinks I may have been ready to start pushing.  I will just say it this way: that anesthesiologist is my favorite person in the whole wide world.