I've always been one of those people who never wanted to get turned away from the hospital for going in too early in labor. Then you just sit there in an uncomfortable hospital with straps around your tummy monitoring you for way too long. Or you get turned away. So this Sunday (the day before Clint's birthday) I started feeling contractions at 2pm. We were thinking....cool, she'll be born on Clint's birthday at this rate! They were a half an hour apart exactly. No big deal. I kept timing them and by 4pm they were 15 min apart. Cool. By 6pm they were 10 minutes apart. All the books say to go in when they are less than 10 min apart, but Clint had to leave to preach evening service. So I was left home alone, in labor, for quite a while. He bumped the sermon first before songs or announcements, got home quickly, and by then they were 7 minutes apart at 8pm. So we got Kerry to babysit Noah and left for the hospital. On the way there, they were like 6 minutes apart.
So the whole way to the hospital we are thinking....this is it! She's totally going to be born on Clint's birthday! How fun!
Well, the monitored me for an hour (by now they are 5 minutes apart) and then determined it was "false labor" and labeled me as having a "irritable uterus" which totally sounded like a funny insult to Clint and I. So the nurse calls the doc. and the doc literally says "take two pain killers and call me in the morning." Rookie mistake. It felt so real and exactly how Noah's contractions were! So I was one of those rookie moms that got turned away. Nuts. I still am having contractions, but the nurse said unless they hurt really bad, to not worry about it.
I guess it will make for a cool story when she's older. :)
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