Six Feet Under the Table

After reviewing my first post—something I rarely do hence all the typos and grammatical errors—I realized that I forgot one detail. Remember how I said the nurse didn't see any water after I told her I felt the "popping"? Turns out, Baby Girl was acting as a cork... the water broke behind her. So it didn't come out until she was delivered. I thought this was weird, though I'm sure it's not uncommon. Now enter the days that followed. That night, Toddler Boy, my parents, siblings and their spouses, and my in-laws came to visit. It was a late night, but it was so nice to have them there. Toddler Boy was really confused. He wouldn't talk to me and didn't want to sit in bed next to me. Of course, he was also in bed sleeping and then woken up to come to the hospital. (And I'm so glad he was. In hindsight, I would've been disappointed if he wasn't there.) My brother took some amazing photos, and eventually, our family left, and we turned out t...

I can't believe it's been two months since I've last written. I suppose I didn't have anything new to share. But now I do! And here's my story... or Baby Girl's story, if you will. About a week before my due date, the baby moved and planted herself somewhere that inhibited my ability to walk. This made keeping up with Toddler Boy near impossible. My parents came to the rescue and stayed with us while we waited Baby Girl's arrival. At my 40-week appointment, it was clear she was still comfortable. But I was not. After a few tears and complaints that I just didn't feel well, and I couldn't walk, my doctor agreed to induce on my due date. Except while I was in the office, my blood pressure rose significantly high. If my blood pressure remained high, I was to go in that night. My mom checked it that night, and though it was higher than usual, it wasn't dangerous. So we waited. Because my due date was four days away, the hope was that she would co...