It took till this 5th baby for me to have one.
You know what I mean right?
Early in the morning, I sat down on the toilet and heard a pop. A quite little noise. Didn’t think much of it. But I also noticed I’d sprung a leak; a little fluid over the next few hours drip drip dripping. Being rather familiar with the smell of urine (4 kids = a lot of diapers), I knew it wasn’t pee.
Contractions? Yes, I had a few contractions, but I’ve been having those for months.
But I called the dr. I admitted my ignorance.
“I think I might be in labor or my water just broke. Not really sure. Oh, and its my 5th baby.”
Because I really like to shine a light on how clueless I am about things. I think it adds a little extra punch to say its baby number 5 and I’m incapable of telling if my water broke.
So they sent me in to get checked.
I was excited.
I put my hospital bag in the car.
I drove. And drove. And drove.
The hospital I deliver at is about 45 minutes away. I really, really like my doctors (obviously).
Within minutes of arriving, Dr.K had me on the exam table, and he fished around with some litmus paper. He was very patient. Very nice.
No water.
Nope.
And so began the walk of shame out. Because I thought, or convinced myself, that my water broke. Ive been comforting myself that it took 5 pregnancies to make an emergency “My waters broken/I’m in labor visit.”
Darn it.
Oh, and I was tempted to swipe some of that litmus paper to save myself another WOS. You know, just in case I end up peeing myself again. But the nurse only put the one piece in the office.
I’m thinking I might not be the first desperate preggo they’ve had visit.
Humph. Never mind parents driving their kids into therapy as adults; I think pregnancy could completely undue me.
Pray for my sanity.
Oh – and send me some litmus paper if you swiped some from your drs office. Sharing is a virtue.
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