What a weekend!
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dr_trannyIt all started Friday evening. We got a call that the older girl who used to live with us started having contractions and needed to go to the hospital. (Did I mention she was pregnant?) Mary and everyone else takes her to the hospital, and I head off to work anticipating a call that I need to leave work and go to the hospital myself. Turns out that the hospital is sending her home, and she needs to come back as soon as her water breaks. Okay, fine.
We didn't hear anything really Saturday, except that she was still having the contractions, and they were starting to hurt more. Early Sunday morning we get a call that she's in an ambulance on her way to the hospital, because she thinks her water broke. And I do mean early. As in 3:40 a.m. Turns out (after several hours of checking by various doctors and nurses), her water didn't break, she just lost her mucus plug. So she gets sent back home.
Monday morning, we got another call that she was going back to the hospital. Her water still hasn't broken, but the contractions are getting closer together (around 3 minutes apart), and entirely too painful. So Mary heads off to play taxi again. I guess I wasn't moving come hell or high water, because I didn't learn any of this until around 11:30, when I get a call from the hospital that they're admitting her into the birth center. Apparently her water was "bulging," and she was dilated to 4 cm. Long story short, after many many many hours of contractions, a few shots of Demerol, one epidural, the doctors breaking her water for her, and keeping a running count of her dilation, she finally got to start the actual labor part of labor around 1 a.m. That's 1 a.m. on the 5th. At almost exactly 3 a.m. on the 5th, she finally delivered. A boy. 8 lbs, 11 oz, 21 in. Big boy, especially for a young girl in her first pregnancy.
Does the fact that she was technically our foster daughter mean I just became a grandpa before I'm 30? *twitch*
Oh, and I gave up the cigarettes when I woke up yesterday. In fact, the last one I smoked was around 5:45 a.m. yesterday. Which was roughly 45 minutes after we got home. So far so good. I haven't had any homicidal tendencies yet.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-fuckin-hawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
We didn't hear anything really Saturday, except that she was still having the contractions, and they were starting to hurt more. Early Sunday morning we get a call that she's in an ambulance on her way to the hospital, because she thinks her water broke. And I do mean early. As in 3:40 a.m. Turns out (after several hours of checking by various doctors and nurses), her water didn't break, she just lost her mucus plug. So she gets sent back home.
Monday morning, we got another call that she was going back to the hospital. Her water still hasn't broken, but the contractions are getting closer together (around 3 minutes apart), and entirely too painful. So Mary heads off to play taxi again. I guess I wasn't moving come hell or high water, because I didn't learn any of this until around 11:30, when I get a call from the hospital that they're admitting her into the birth center. Apparently her water was "bulging," and she was dilated to 4 cm. Long story short, after many many many hours of contractions, a few shots of Demerol, one epidural, the doctors breaking her water for her, and keeping a running count of her dilation, she finally got to start the actual labor part of labor around 1 a.m. That's 1 a.m. on the 5th. At almost exactly 3 a.m. on the 5th, she finally delivered. A boy. 8 lbs, 11 oz, 21 in. Big boy, especially for a young girl in her first pregnancy.
Does the fact that she was technically our foster daughter mean I just became a grandpa before I'm 30? *twitch*
Oh, and I gave up the cigarettes when I woke up yesterday. In fact, the last one I smoked was around 5:45 a.m. yesterday. Which was roughly 45 minutes after we got home. So far so good. I haven't had any homicidal tendencies yet.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-fuckin-hawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
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Date: 2005-07-06 01:49 pm (UTC)J
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Date: 2005-07-07 09:00 am (UTC)AND I DID. THAT'S WHY THERE'S A PATCH ON MY ARM. Now I just have to deal with all those silly psychological things, like the desire to smoke after meals or when I first wake up. *sigh* Stupid addiction.