I had heard that happens in pregnancy, you know. You sneeze and pee your pants. It's happened to a bunch of women I know. They even had a name for it: snissing. Sitting in front of the TV getting ready for Modern Family, I thought I was snissing. Minus the sneeze.
I called my sister-in-law. "Am I peeing my pants or is my water breaking?" I asked her. She told me I should get some overnight pads, just in case, and call the doc. I glanced at the clock. 8:55pm. In this town, I didn't have a prayer of finding a drugstore open.
Rite-Aid was just about closed for the night when my desperate husband thought he'd be a hero and pound on the glass doors, shouting, "I NEED PADS FOR MY WIFE!!! IT'S AN EMERGENCY!!!" In a small town like this, no way was that completely embarrassing. We were turned away, padless.
The doctor on call told me to come in to the hospital to get checked out, and so we grabbed our phones and a computer and headed out the door. Bag for the hospital? No such thing in our house. Carseat installed? Um, nope. I was that convinced that they were going to say something like, "You should really try to hold it better," and send me off with a pack of Depends.
Imagine the look on my husband's face when they said they were admitting me.
I didn't sleep much that night. They had to check my blood pressure every hour and I was panicked, too. Good combo. Plus they came in and stabbed me with an IV so hard I screamed "FUUUUUUUUU$#@" but apparently, not loud enough because my husband was still snoring away. I smacked him awake crying. "Huh? Is the baby coming?" he mumbled, disoriented.
The next morning they started me on Pitocin around 8:00am. The contractions were manageable; we watched a few episodes of Modern Family that I happened to have in my bag. But by 5pm I had barely progressed to 2cm. At 7pm they told me to get something to eat and stopped the Pitocin. We would try again the next day. But the same thing happened the following day -- Pitocin at 8am and the contractions got more intense. By 11am I asked for the epidural, and they were a breeze. We watched TV and hung out, and I was sure I was going to progress a lot more. But at 3pm, I had not dilated any more, and the baby was still really high. C-section was the only way to go, since my water had been broken for over 48 hours.
I cried. I was disappointed, but in the end, Grant was out within 5 minutes, and they were stitching me up and sending me on my way. My favorite part was when the doctor announced, "Here she is!" and I said, "It's a girl?!?!" A momentary awkward silence followed, then I heard, "Oops, nope, it's a boy!"
24 hours of labor and 1 C-section later, welcome to the world, my 5 lb, 14 oz. little nugget! And you know what? I wouldn't have changed a thing.
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