Before you all run off with Gail, I figure I'd better make a comeback. And a damn good one at that!
*ahem lazy bloglines readers... that's the cue for you to click through*
Basically, I woke up on Thursday morning convinced that my water bag was leaking. "Does pee usually run down my leg?" I asked myself. Apparently, it (or the other 140 fluids that leak from a very pregnant woman) does.
And so, I had resigned myself to another few days of rolling around like a large walrus on dry land. But short contractions started around 6pm, I fell asleep through all of them until 1am, and then my water broke at 2am.
Thanks to Google Maps, we got fairly lost, and no thanks to the hospital staff "We've got mapquest up right now, sir. Where did you say you were?", a weird cabbie "Just drive about 15 blocks that way and turn left" (eh, not so much), and finally, a girl talking to someone in a car on the street at 2:30am who actually knew where the hell to tell us to go (no she was not a hooker... I think), we made it.
I was 5cm at 3:00am, fully dilated at 5:01am, Drew made his entrance at 5:11am, and I was sipping mimosas (no lie) by 10am. I'm living proof that all labors (even your own) can be totally different.
The only difficult part, in all of this, is that I had to come home to the in-laws, where no one holds babies or changes their diapers, and no matter how little sleep or running after a toddler you and your husband are doing, you still need to "clean up after yourselfs" (as the post-it note clearly stated on our door). The situation here (read: my crazy drunk father-in-law who has about 40 years of being pissed at his wife and is projecting that onto all of us and is not speaking to us) combined with my lack of sleep, raging hormones, and a baby who wanted to cry for almost 3 hour straight last night, is almost getting the better of me. To top it off, I'm feeling an incredible sense of loss in terms of time and moments with my daughter.
Basically, I'm just a bit of a wreck - granted, a thinner one, but an unshowered, engorged boobed one who remembered to pack her breast pump but NONE of the accessories...
So, aside from trying to find an apartment and our ticket out of this hell hole, we're thoroughly enjoying baby bliss. Or whatever it is that we're in right now.
Thanks so much for all your warm wishes and thoughtful words. There's something to be said about "the village" at times like this.