Well, it would seem the time has finally come for this third baby to grace us with his/her presence. I'm still in the early stages, but I can't sleep so I decided to get up and do what will probably be my last ever blog post about being in labour (never say never, but we're pretty sure this will be the last baby:)).
I'll start by saying that waiting for a baby to arrive is very hard, and I admire people that have the mental strength to go overdue. I thought Lynsey would be late (first baby and all, high probability) so when she showed up three days early, it was a pleasant surprise and I never really had that agonizing wait. Adam was even earlier at 8 days, so when 8 days came and went with this one, I didn't know what to do with myself. How could this be? Each baby is supposed to come earlier than the last, right? To top it all off, I started having a ton of false labour on Family Day weekend (which was the weekend that I had set up in the mind as an ideal time for delivery, so the false labour just kind of rubbed it in my face that nothing was actually happening. Last week was actually not so bad, as once I accepted that it wasn't going to happen Family Day weekend, I actually got a little less antsy and thought, okay, the next weekend is okay - we needed to prime the basement walls anyway:). This weekend produced nothing but more false labour . . . until last night.
So there Brian and I were, watching some TV, winding down from another day, when the baby starts moving like crazy, crashing into my cervix constantly and causing me a ton of sharp pain. I knew this pain wasn't contractions, but it was very uncomfortable nonetheless and I couldn't help but wonder if something was going to happen sometime soon. We here our poor boy get out of his bed (not that long after he'd fallen asleep I might add) and start coughing and crying. Yep, he was sick - all over his bed, floor, teddy bears, books, etc. So Brian and I team up and get our poor, confused boy (who's never had a stomach bug before) all cleaned up and take him downstairs with us (in our experience, kids rarely only throw up once). As I'm sitting with Adam, I started feeling some more sharp pain, but it was a bit different than before - I was suspicious that it could have been a contraction. Well, Adam did throw up a few more times while we were downstairs, and I had a few more real contractions. I was pretty sure this was going to be the real thing this time. It's now almost 5 and Adam has tried to throw up a few times since we've gone to bed, but he doesn't really have anything left, the poor thing. I am sort of scratching my head at the timing - really? Labour now, finally, on the first day that Adam's ever been sick like this? I guess this is what I get for praying so hard yesterday morning that I would go into labour that day!
Oddly the contractions have slowed down since I got up. All my false labour was always during the day and stopped at night, and this labour (which I'm calling my real labour) has been going at night, really picking up at 3:30. I really thought once I was sitting up it would intensify, but what if I'm wrong? What if this is ALSO false labour, but just a different kind?? Wouldn't that be great - maybe I'll have another week of false labour stage 2 - the more intense kind, and the kind that keeps me up at NIGHT. That would be amazing.
Baby, stop messing with me and just come out already. This has dragged on long enough. Oh, there's another contraction - he/she must be "listening" to me. I sincerely hope that tomorrow (sorry - later today!) I will be writing all about meeting my precious baby and how that all went down, instead of a retraction on this story - "sorry, this was not actually the final chapter, as I will write again when I'm ACTUALLY in labour". Ugh - I'm starting to think anything is possible! Wish me luck all!
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