Here I am, on maternity leave. I promised Kim my creative juices would flow during my 10 weeks at home, so I best follow through. And what a better way to start than detailing my journey in to maternity leave?
After being home for about an hour and a half my brother called and needed rescuing. His pickup had stalled at the gas station in front of the pump. He asked David to come and pull him away from the pump and give him a ride home. It was about 9:30pm and Easton was just getting out of the tub. I told David I wasn’t comfortable with him leaving for an hour and a half because my contractions were coming every 15-20 minutes. His response, “Ride along then.” So we did. We threw Easton’s pajamas on and hopped in the car. This is when David becomes totally oblivious to what’s going on. He doesn’t see me throw the rest of Easton’s “hospital/overnight” bag together and throw it in the back seat. He doesn’t see me keeping track of contractions on my cell phone. In fact, I’m not entirely certain he saw me get in the front seat of the car beside him. Okay, it wasn’t that bad…but (he claims) I hadn’t clued him to how serious I was about the fact that I may very well be going in to labor.
The rest of the night/next morning goes something like this:
9:30pm - We leave the house to rescue my brother from the gas station.
10:30pm - We drop my brother and his finance off and I pose David with the “What should we do now”? question. He is still clueless and responds with “Go home?” I tell him I’d rather not drive all the way back home because I’m still having contractions and I think I want to go to the hospital. David asks if we can at least go back and get his glasses. Really David?!?
10:45pm - We arrive at my mom and dad’s farm (this is the half-way point between our house and the hospital) to decide what to do. David asks if he can leave Easton and I there and go back home to get his glasses.
11:00pm - I make the final call – to the hospital we go.
11:45pm - We arrive at the Emergency Room and I tell them I need to check in to labor and delivery. They look at me as if I’m one of “those” people. You know, the ones who aren’t really in labor but think they are.
2:45am - 8cm dilated.