It doesn't happen on every full moon, but it happens enough to make me cringe a little when I see it is going to be a full moon.
I'm talking about a sleepless night in my house.
I hear other moms talk about crazy things that happen at their homes as well on full moons, but mine takes the cake this time.
It started around 8pm that night. Hurricane Sandy had just made landfall in the Northeast and I couldn't take my eyes off of the TV. I was glued to the weather channel until I made myself get up and go to bed around 10:30. I was exhausted and knew I needed my sleep.
That was when Ezra decided to wake up for the first time that night.
I proceeded to nurse him and get him back to sleep...all the while watching more weather channel coverage.
Around 11 I tucked myself into bed.
About 1am Tim and I were jolted awake by the sound of his guitar in our room.
He has it on a stand in the corner of the room.
I said, "what the crap was that!!!" (I was a little surprised at myself for hollering out the word crap at 1am)
Tim said, "I think it was my guitar." (and he proceeded to just sit there in the dark)
I said, "well turn the light on dummy!" (I'm obviously not very nice at this time of morning)
He turned on his lamp to see absolutely nothing.
So he turned his light off and got up to use the bathroom.
At this point I am laying there trying to figure out what played his guitar. It was incredibly windy outside so I thought maybe that had something to do with it...I have no idea why that made sense to me...but it did!
As he was using the bathroom, another lovely cord was strummed across his guitar.
I leaped out of the bed and screamed "holy crap someones playing your guitar!" (once again...another reference to crap at 1am...what's my problem?)
Tim turned on the light just in time to see a giant black bug the size of my fist crawling across his guitar strings!!!
With all those legs he was playing an actual cord!!!!
It was horrible!!!!
Tim proceeded to kill the bug and we crawled back into bed.
As I lay there with adrenaline coursing through my veins, I couldn't help but think about other bugs and how they might be trying to find their way into my room.
I finally drifted off to sleep...
But only for about an hour and a half.
Around 3am Graham woke up screaming with a nightmare.
We finally got him back to sleep and we climbed back into bed...again.
Around 5am Ezra woke up again to eat.
At this point Tim said, "what's the use" and proceeded to get up and get ready for work.
We proceeded to walk through our day like Zombies and then learned it had been a full moon. Nights like that are hard to recover from, but they sure are fun to laugh about.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Pant's on the Ground...and other reasons I stay home.
Every day is an adventure...especially when it involves leaving the house.
Most of the time I only leave my house with all 3 kids when it is absolutely necessary. I have proven to myself time and time again that I can do it alone, but I just prefer not to. You know a mom really doesn't have three hands, so for safety purposes it's just easier to stay home.
However, there are times that I do take all three cuties out alone and it is usually for a quick run to the store. Ha...I just realized I used the word quick...there has NEVER been a "quick" run to the store.
For example:
The other day I realized that there were a few items I needed at the store for dinner that night. After everyones nap was done and no one was hungry I new I had a short window of opportunity to run to the store. As we were driving I noticed some dark clouds in the distance. I pushed the gas a bit harder because I did not want to try and get all of us out if it was raining. When we pulled up to the store it was sprinkling. I barked out the game plan of getting out before we all got soaked. Everyone was on board with the plan. We broke from the huddle and took off running across the now steady rain soaked parking lot. With Ezra in his car seat in my left hand, Graham holding my right hand, and Lilly holding Graham's hand we dashed across the lot. Suddenly Graham started screaming, "my pants fall down my pants fall down!!" I stopped to see my 2 year olds plaid shorts around his ankles and his cute little white booty showing all of the Publix customers. That's when I realized I forgot to put his underwear back on after nap time.
Now we are all soaked because the rain is coming down in sheets.
I scooped my naked son up, my screaming baby, and my stunned 6 year old and waddled as fast as I could to the store. (why I didn't go back to the van and go home...I will never know)
Once in the store I proceeded to re-dress my son and wipe all of us off with my shirt...because that was all I had.
As we strolled through Publix I kept hearing the rain getting louder and louder. You know it's a bad storm when you can hear it in the grocery store. I kept thinking surely it will stop any second. But no...it never did.
Who has time to watch the weather these days!! How was I to know we were going to get rain for the next 3 days!!!
My window of opportunity was now coming to a close. Ezra was getting hungry and my kids were wanting a snack.
After I checked out I stood at the door and stared hopelessly at the storm. Three sets of eyes were on me at this point wondering how I was going to be super mom and get us to the van.
Thankfully a good Samaritan woman came up to me.
She said, "honey...I saw you with those three babies and new I had to help you or you would not survive. I will stay with the kids and you go get the car."
Normally I wouldn't allow a perfect stranger to do this...but I was desperate. I dashed to the van (without an umbrella of course) and brought it up to the front of the store where the nice lady helped me get all three babes loaded up. Oh the Lord definitely heard my prayer and sent that sweet lady to help me. I was so thankful.
And that is why I try to avoid going out alone. God knew what He was doing when he made parenting for two parents...not one.
Most of the time I only leave my house with all 3 kids when it is absolutely necessary. I have proven to myself time and time again that I can do it alone, but I just prefer not to. You know a mom really doesn't have three hands, so for safety purposes it's just easier to stay home.
However, there are times that I do take all three cuties out alone and it is usually for a quick run to the store. Ha...I just realized I used the word quick...there has NEVER been a "quick" run to the store.
For example:
The other day I realized that there were a few items I needed at the store for dinner that night. After everyones nap was done and no one was hungry I new I had a short window of opportunity to run to the store. As we were driving I noticed some dark clouds in the distance. I pushed the gas a bit harder because I did not want to try and get all of us out if it was raining. When we pulled up to the store it was sprinkling. I barked out the game plan of getting out before we all got soaked. Everyone was on board with the plan. We broke from the huddle and took off running across the now steady rain soaked parking lot. With Ezra in his car seat in my left hand, Graham holding my right hand, and Lilly holding Graham's hand we dashed across the lot. Suddenly Graham started screaming, "my pants fall down my pants fall down!!" I stopped to see my 2 year olds plaid shorts around his ankles and his cute little white booty showing all of the Publix customers. That's when I realized I forgot to put his underwear back on after nap time.
Now we are all soaked because the rain is coming down in sheets.
I scooped my naked son up, my screaming baby, and my stunned 6 year old and waddled as fast as I could to the store. (why I didn't go back to the van and go home...I will never know)
Once in the store I proceeded to re-dress my son and wipe all of us off with my shirt...because that was all I had.
As we strolled through Publix I kept hearing the rain getting louder and louder. You know it's a bad storm when you can hear it in the grocery store. I kept thinking surely it will stop any second. But no...it never did.
Who has time to watch the weather these days!! How was I to know we were going to get rain for the next 3 days!!!
My window of opportunity was now coming to a close. Ezra was getting hungry and my kids were wanting a snack.
After I checked out I stood at the door and stared hopelessly at the storm. Three sets of eyes were on me at this point wondering how I was going to be super mom and get us to the van.
Thankfully a good Samaritan woman came up to me.
She said, "honey...I saw you with those three babies and new I had to help you or you would not survive. I will stay with the kids and you go get the car."
Normally I wouldn't allow a perfect stranger to do this...but I was desperate. I dashed to the van (without an umbrella of course) and brought it up to the front of the store where the nice lady helped me get all three babes loaded up. Oh the Lord definitely heard my prayer and sent that sweet lady to help me. I was so thankful.
And that is why I try to avoid going out alone. God knew what He was doing when he made parenting for two parents...not one.
Monday, September 3, 2012
Life Lately...
I realize that it has been since June 26th since I've posted about my new crazy life...and that is reason I have not posted...MY LIFE IS CRAZY!
It is in no way, shape or form a bad crazy; it's just busy. Here is what has been going on since June 15.
Ezra is born.
Enter incredibly weird and horrible viruses and bacterial infections brought to us by the two older kids.
This means no baby touching and makes me feel like a horrible mom because all they wanted to do was kiss on him.
Enter Ezra's first sickness...at 2 weeks old!
Thankfully he is nursing and it was a much easier form of the virus.
Potty training!
I was totally not expecting it, but Graham decided he was ready to be potty trained about 3 weeks into Ezra entering our home. He put it this way, "Mommy...me no baby...me big kid! Me go pee pee in potty now!" And he never looked back.
Swimming lessons anyone?
Lilly took two weeks of swimming lessons this summer and learned to swim on her own! It was such a big accomplishment for her...and pretty difficult taking all three of them everyday to the pool.
Family road trip!
We hit the road to FDR State Park for a long weekend and stayed in a cabin.
Kiddos loved every second of it and Ezra was a rockstar!
Enter kindergarten!!!!
Lilly is rockin' and rollin' her way through kindergarten. She loves it!
Alone time with my boys.
This is different because Lilly has always been here, and now she is at school all day. So it is just me and the boys.
Graham is blossoming in the language department.
I attribute it to the fact that big sis is gone all day and he has extra time to talk. We have covered subjects like our favorite bad guy, who is the best Brave, which tree would be the best to pee on, and how Jonah got put in time out in a whale belly...never a dull moment.
With all of this, plus so much more that I cannot remember, I have not had a second to sit at the computer.
But it looks like we are starting to get into a routine and I will be able to post some more things...like how I cannot make a wal-mart trip without it taking 3 hours, and how our first Sunday at church with a family of 5 was a disaster...and lots more silly stories.
Until then, I will continue loving on my three adorable babes and living out my crazy life. =)
It is in no way, shape or form a bad crazy; it's just busy. Here is what has been going on since June 15.
Ezra is born.
Enter incredibly weird and horrible viruses and bacterial infections brought to us by the two older kids.
This means no baby touching and makes me feel like a horrible mom because all they wanted to do was kiss on him.
Enter Ezra's first sickness...at 2 weeks old!
Thankfully he is nursing and it was a much easier form of the virus.
Potty training!
I was totally not expecting it, but Graham decided he was ready to be potty trained about 3 weeks into Ezra entering our home. He put it this way, "Mommy...me no baby...me big kid! Me go pee pee in potty now!" And he never looked back.
Swimming lessons anyone?
Lilly took two weeks of swimming lessons this summer and learned to swim on her own! It was such a big accomplishment for her...and pretty difficult taking all three of them everyday to the pool.
Family road trip!
We hit the road to FDR State Park for a long weekend and stayed in a cabin.
Kiddos loved every second of it and Ezra was a rockstar!
Enter kindergarten!!!!
Lilly is rockin' and rollin' her way through kindergarten. She loves it!
Alone time with my boys.
This is different because Lilly has always been here, and now she is at school all day. So it is just me and the boys.
Graham is blossoming in the language department.
I attribute it to the fact that big sis is gone all day and he has extra time to talk. We have covered subjects like our favorite bad guy, who is the best Brave, which tree would be the best to pee on, and how Jonah got put in time out in a whale belly...never a dull moment.
With all of this, plus so much more that I cannot remember, I have not had a second to sit at the computer.
But it looks like we are starting to get into a routine and I will be able to post some more things...like how I cannot make a wal-mart trip without it taking 3 hours, and how our first Sunday at church with a family of 5 was a disaster...and lots more silly stories.
Until then, I will continue loving on my three adorable babes and living out my crazy life. =)
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Ezra's Story
This is the story of how my precious Ezra came into the world. It is not graphic and gory; just simply his story.
It all started at 37 weeks. That's when I went into false labor and had to do the preggo walk of shame. For the next two weeks I experienced unimaginable pregnant pains and emotions. I knew my baby was going to be big because each week I was measuring one to two weeks ahead of schedule. I had a terrible pinched nerve in my back on the right side which was causing unbelievable swelling in my right leg and foot. I looked like the hunch back of notre dame walking around...it was ridiculous. I was also having silly hormone breakdowns all the time. I could cry at any commercial on tv and laugh at some of the most ridiculous jokes my family would tell me.
But through all of these difficult days I knew that eventually it would end and my little boy would be in my arms.
On Tuesday, June 12 I had a doctor's appointment with a different doctor. I had decided I was going to plead my case with her about moving my induction date up 5 days. I had decided I would get down on my knees if I had to and beg...I was that desperate for relief.
Once she saw me she said, "Oh honey...you do not need to be pregnant anymore." And she got on her phone and moved my date up to the 15th instead of the 20th. I was 4 cm dilated at this point.
To say that I was overcome with joy is an understatement. I almost cried right there on the table.
This gave me a whole new sense of purpose. I knew I could get through 3 more days of pain.
Still in my heart I prayed that God would allow me to go into labor on my own (something I had never experienced).
But alas, that was not to be.
On Friday morning at 7am, Tim and I headed into the delivery room. We were so excited! What was even cooler was the fact that it was the same delivery room that Lilly and Graham were born in. We knew that we were going to have fun reminiscing their deliveries together.
At 8am my doctor came in and said he was going to break my water to see if that would kick-start my labor. He didn't want to use pitossin on me if he didn't have to.
So my water broke...and still nothing.
After about an hour he came back in and said I was going to need the pitossin drip.
So they started me on that about 9:00.
This is when it got a little scary.
The doctor watched Ezra's heart rate for a while and then said he was not pleased with the rythym. Basically there were not enough squiggly lines for him to be comfortable. He told me if it did not improve I would have to have a c-section.
This really scared me. So we started calling and texting people to pray for squiggly lines.
Having been on the pitossin for a bit, I began to progress very quickly. This was just like my other two deliveries . Within a half hour I was almost ripping the rails off the bed. My nurse came in and said, "Brittney...I think it's time for your epidural."
I couldn't see straight at this point so Tim answered for me...YES!
Luckily the anesthesiologist was right outside my door and came in to perform his magic.
***side note*** I'm all for going natural if you can...but God bless the man (or woman) who came up with the idea of an epidural...MIRACLE DRUG!!!****
So after the epidural was in place I began to rest very comfortably.
And God began to work on Ezra's heart.
We started seeing squiggly lines again! It was such an answer to prayer.
The nurse said it looked like we were in the clear and that I should get some rest.
After a few quick hours it was time to push.
Now I have been a very blessed woman in my previous deliveries when it comes to pushing. I pushed for 20 minutes with Lilly and 30 with Graham. So I just knew I could do it!
I started pushing around 1:30. The doctor said that Ezra was sunny-side-up and that was going to make things more difficult. So he said he would try and turn him while I pushed. This continued for quite sometime. Finally he said the best he could do was sideways. I continued pushing and pushing with all my might. Thankfully Ezra's heart was handling everything just fine, but I was wearing out quickly.
Tim was amazing. He had a system of cheering, ice chips, oxygen...over and over. Even the doctor said he was impressed with my support system.
Finally after 1 whole hour of pushing, Ezra made his grand sideways entrance into the world! As soon as he was out the nurse said, "no wonder he wouldn't come out...he's huge for your little body!" And boy was she right! He came into this world a whopping 8lbs 5oz...almost a whole pound bigger than his brother and sister! I laughed when I saw him because I couldn't believe my eyes either!
He was a little blue when he came out because he didn't scream. The doctor thinks his position is the reason for the fainter heartbeat. He was having a harder time getting oxygen with the way he was situated inside me.
There are no words to describe how relieved I was that he made it into the world safe and sound. I am so blessed to have my new little guy in my arms now, and to have him here healthy. I love him so much and I cannot wait to see what God has in store for him.
It all started at 37 weeks. That's when I went into false labor and had to do the preggo walk of shame. For the next two weeks I experienced unimaginable pregnant pains and emotions. I knew my baby was going to be big because each week I was measuring one to two weeks ahead of schedule. I had a terrible pinched nerve in my back on the right side which was causing unbelievable swelling in my right leg and foot. I looked like the hunch back of notre dame walking around...it was ridiculous. I was also having silly hormone breakdowns all the time. I could cry at any commercial on tv and laugh at some of the most ridiculous jokes my family would tell me.
But through all of these difficult days I knew that eventually it would end and my little boy would be in my arms.
On Tuesday, June 12 I had a doctor's appointment with a different doctor. I had decided I was going to plead my case with her about moving my induction date up 5 days. I had decided I would get down on my knees if I had to and beg...I was that desperate for relief.
Once she saw me she said, "Oh honey...you do not need to be pregnant anymore." And she got on her phone and moved my date up to the 15th instead of the 20th. I was 4 cm dilated at this point.
To say that I was overcome with joy is an understatement. I almost cried right there on the table.
This gave me a whole new sense of purpose. I knew I could get through 3 more days of pain.
Still in my heart I prayed that God would allow me to go into labor on my own (something I had never experienced).
But alas, that was not to be.
On Friday morning at 7am, Tim and I headed into the delivery room. We were so excited! What was even cooler was the fact that it was the same delivery room that Lilly and Graham were born in. We knew that we were going to have fun reminiscing their deliveries together.
At 8am my doctor came in and said he was going to break my water to see if that would kick-start my labor. He didn't want to use pitossin on me if he didn't have to.
So my water broke...and still nothing.
After about an hour he came back in and said I was going to need the pitossin drip.
So they started me on that about 9:00.
This is when it got a little scary.
The doctor watched Ezra's heart rate for a while and then said he was not pleased with the rythym. Basically there were not enough squiggly lines for him to be comfortable. He told me if it did not improve I would have to have a c-section.
This really scared me. So we started calling and texting people to pray for squiggly lines.
Having been on the pitossin for a bit, I began to progress very quickly. This was just like my other two deliveries . Within a half hour I was almost ripping the rails off the bed. My nurse came in and said, "Brittney...I think it's time for your epidural."
I couldn't see straight at this point so Tim answered for me...YES!
Luckily the anesthesiologist was right outside my door and came in to perform his magic.
***side note*** I'm all for going natural if you can...but God bless the man (or woman) who came up with the idea of an epidural...MIRACLE DRUG!!!****
So after the epidural was in place I began to rest very comfortably.
And God began to work on Ezra's heart.
We started seeing squiggly lines again! It was such an answer to prayer.
The nurse said it looked like we were in the clear and that I should get some rest.
After a few quick hours it was time to push.
Now I have been a very blessed woman in my previous deliveries when it comes to pushing. I pushed for 20 minutes with Lilly and 30 with Graham. So I just knew I could do it!
I started pushing around 1:30. The doctor said that Ezra was sunny-side-up and that was going to make things more difficult. So he said he would try and turn him while I pushed. This continued for quite sometime. Finally he said the best he could do was sideways. I continued pushing and pushing with all my might. Thankfully Ezra's heart was handling everything just fine, but I was wearing out quickly.
Tim was amazing. He had a system of cheering, ice chips, oxygen...over and over. Even the doctor said he was impressed with my support system.
Finally after 1 whole hour of pushing, Ezra made his grand sideways entrance into the world! As soon as he was out the nurse said, "no wonder he wouldn't come out...he's huge for your little body!" And boy was she right! He came into this world a whopping 8lbs 5oz...almost a whole pound bigger than his brother and sister! I laughed when I saw him because I couldn't believe my eyes either!
He was a little blue when he came out because he didn't scream. The doctor thinks his position is the reason for the fainter heartbeat. He was having a harder time getting oxygen with the way he was situated inside me.
There are no words to describe how relieved I was that he made it into the world safe and sound. I am so blessed to have my new little guy in my arms now, and to have him here healthy. I love him so much and I cannot wait to see what God has in store for him.
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Friday, June 15, 2012
A Few Thoughts While in Labor
So it's 8:40am on June 15 and right now I'm in labor.
As I am lying in this hospital bed right now I can't help but think.
Of course a lot of thoughts are running through my head right now but mostly I'm comparing all three of my labors. This is what I have so far:
-All 3 of my children are going to be born in the same room! I don't know why...but I think this is so cool. Tim took it a step farther and said that because the bed is in the same spot as it was with the other 2 deliveries this means that all 3 of our children will come into the world in the exact same longitude/latitude position. I just got a kick out of this.
-Something else kind of cool, all 3 of our children will be born on a Friday. I like that. The weekends are always amazing so I think that I have 3 kiddos that will always love their weekends.
-Another similarity is that my body just won't do the whole labor thing by itself. This is a bummer to me because I have always wanted to go into labor. I think the idea of your water breaking at the salad bar is so cool. But alas...my body prefers to drink potossin (sp?) instead.
So right now I am trying to get some contraction action going. The doctor just broke my water and I am playing the waiting game.
But as I look across the room I see the sweet little baby bed just waiting for its little occupant. I can't help but to be overcome with emotion. I am about to meet my new little man.
I am so thankful and so happy that the Lord has chosen to bless me again with a baby.
And those are my thoughts while in easy labor.
Ask me my thoughts in a few hours and I will probably sock you in the head.
As I am lying in this hospital bed right now I can't help but think.
Of course a lot of thoughts are running through my head right now but mostly I'm comparing all three of my labors. This is what I have so far:
-All 3 of my children are going to be born in the same room! I don't know why...but I think this is so cool. Tim took it a step farther and said that because the bed is in the same spot as it was with the other 2 deliveries this means that all 3 of our children will come into the world in the exact same longitude/latitude position. I just got a kick out of this.
-Something else kind of cool, all 3 of our children will be born on a Friday. I like that. The weekends are always amazing so I think that I have 3 kiddos that will always love their weekends.
-Another similarity is that my body just won't do the whole labor thing by itself. This is a bummer to me because I have always wanted to go into labor. I think the idea of your water breaking at the salad bar is so cool. But alas...my body prefers to drink potossin (sp?) instead.
So right now I am trying to get some contraction action going. The doctor just broke my water and I am playing the waiting game.
But as I look across the room I see the sweet little baby bed just waiting for its little occupant. I can't help but to be overcome with emotion. I am about to meet my new little man.
I am so thankful and so happy that the Lord has chosen to bless me again with a baby.
And those are my thoughts while in easy labor.
Ask me my thoughts in a few hours and I will probably sock you in the head.
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
The Preggo Walk of Shame
I love a good story.
I love to listen to it, to tell it, to read it, and most of all...to live it!
I thought I was going to have one of those yesterday.
Turns out I do have a story...it just wasn't a fun one to live.
On Sunday morning as we drove to church I was hit by a bus of hormones. I don't know where they came from, but all of a sudden this giant wave of emotions hit me. I became extremely sleepy at first. Then when we got to church I sat down at my seat and people kept coming up to me. I know this is normal for people to come by and say hi, but I felt like the entire planet was standing in front of me. This made me extremely hot. I could not fan myself fast enough...which caused people to stare at me like I was in a zoo. Feeling like a monkey in a zoo, I teared up because of embarrassment. I think this was the sign that people should get away because this preggo was about to blow! Thankfully everyone left me alone at this point.
A little while later the hormone ocean subsided and I was able to enjoy church.
But the rest of the day I felt "off". I couldn't put my finger on it. I just flat-out did not feel well.
At 1:30am it started.
I woke up with some contractions but thought, "no biggy" and rolled over to go back to sleep. Sleep would not come, but the contractions sure did! They were every 15 minutes or so.
After feeling them for an hour and a half I decided I'd better pack.
Don't judge me!
I know I'm 37 weeks and should have been packed already...but I wasn't.
So I woke Tim up and told him we should pack.
He looked at me like I was crazy because it was 2:45am and I was finally ready to pack. Then he realized what I was saying and he shot out of the bed with excitement.
I told him I didn't know if I was in labor but I was having consistent contractions.
At 3:30 I made the decision to call the doctor. She told me I shouldn't mess with baby number 3 and that I should get to the hospital to be monitored.
This was it!
I just knew it!
I was going to have my baby on June 4!!! What a great sounding day!
We proceeded to take our time because my contractions were still far apart and by 5am we were at the hospital being admitted.
It was so exciting!
Then it stopped.
There is no way to describe it, but the contractions just completly stopped. The nausea went away and I felt completely normal.
About 2 hours later the doctor came in and said, "I'm sorry Brittney, but we have to send you home."
I was devastated.
I just knew that it was baby-time...and it wasn't.
With my diaper bag in one hand and Tim's hand in the other I made the long preggo walk of shame.
I walked out of the room with tears in my eyes and we headed home.
I know that he's coming.
Whether he wants to or not he will have to make his entrance into the world pretty soon.
It was just hard to go through the motions and not walk away with my baby.
At least I have another story to tell. =)
I love to listen to it, to tell it, to read it, and most of all...to live it!
I thought I was going to have one of those yesterday.
Turns out I do have a story...it just wasn't a fun one to live.
On Sunday morning as we drove to church I was hit by a bus of hormones. I don't know where they came from, but all of a sudden this giant wave of emotions hit me. I became extremely sleepy at first. Then when we got to church I sat down at my seat and people kept coming up to me. I know this is normal for people to come by and say hi, but I felt like the entire planet was standing in front of me. This made me extremely hot. I could not fan myself fast enough...which caused people to stare at me like I was in a zoo. Feeling like a monkey in a zoo, I teared up because of embarrassment. I think this was the sign that people should get away because this preggo was about to blow! Thankfully everyone left me alone at this point.
A little while later the hormone ocean subsided and I was able to enjoy church.
But the rest of the day I felt "off". I couldn't put my finger on it. I just flat-out did not feel well.
At 1:30am it started.
I woke up with some contractions but thought, "no biggy" and rolled over to go back to sleep. Sleep would not come, but the contractions sure did! They were every 15 minutes or so.
After feeling them for an hour and a half I decided I'd better pack.
Don't judge me!
I know I'm 37 weeks and should have been packed already...but I wasn't.
So I woke Tim up and told him we should pack.
He looked at me like I was crazy because it was 2:45am and I was finally ready to pack. Then he realized what I was saying and he shot out of the bed with excitement.
I told him I didn't know if I was in labor but I was having consistent contractions.
At 3:30 I made the decision to call the doctor. She told me I shouldn't mess with baby number 3 and that I should get to the hospital to be monitored.
This was it!
I just knew it!
I was going to have my baby on June 4!!! What a great sounding day!
We proceeded to take our time because my contractions were still far apart and by 5am we were at the hospital being admitted.
It was so exciting!
Then it stopped.
There is no way to describe it, but the contractions just completly stopped. The nausea went away and I felt completely normal.
About 2 hours later the doctor came in and said, "I'm sorry Brittney, but we have to send you home."
I was devastated.
I just knew that it was baby-time...and it wasn't.
With my diaper bag in one hand and Tim's hand in the other I made the long preggo walk of shame.
I walked out of the room with tears in my eyes and we headed home.
I know that he's coming.
Whether he wants to or not he will have to make his entrance into the world pretty soon.
It was just hard to go through the motions and not walk away with my baby.
At least I have another story to tell. =)
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