As many of you know.. I was quite the "B" my last month and half of pregnancy ( I say month and a half because she was 2 weeks late) But being 10 months pregnant. You certainly have the right!
I went to my due date appointment.. No progress. I went to my 41 week appointment.. No progress. There was no light at the end of the tunnel for me. I was too anxious! If it wasn't my first baby I probably wouldn't have been so anxious, but with it being your first and wanting to experience everything.. time just drug on! At my 41 week appointment we scheduled a day for me to be induced. We planned that Friday. My doctor told me to call Friday morning to make sure they had room for us, otherwise we would have to wait until Monday. Friday morning rolled around and MIRACLE!! They had room for us. So we grabbed our last minute things and headed out the door. I text my whole family to let them know what was going on and that we were so excited! We turned onto the street that the hospital was on and my phone rang. It was a nurse at the hospital saying there were 2 girls that just came in that were in labor and that there was no room for us. Worst phone call ever. I started crying on the phone of course and told the nurse we just pulled up (lie) hoping she would say "well you're already here, so you might as well just come inside and we'll take you". But instead they sent me to the doctor's office to do a "stress test" to make sure the baby was doing okay. I was told not to eat sugar right before or it will look bad on the test and they will send me to Labor and Delivery... Remind you.. that is my goal. To get to labor and delivery. But what does that lady know?! So on our way to the Doctor's office, I made Romney stop at the gas station to get me and energy drink and some candy. I was bound to fool that test and for them to send me to the hospital! We got to the doctor's office and the nurse said she was going to call them and give them a heads up about what was going on. Do you think she did? Of course not! So when I go check in the receptionist asked me how I was doing not knowing she was about to get a story of an unhappy pregnant girl that is suppose to be getting induced at the moment. And do you know what she says?? "Oh, honey.. Don't cry!" Really lady? I'm 10 days over due my bags are packed in the car, on my way to the hospital and you're telling me not to cry?! I'm pretty sure I just stared at her and walked away. Then she kept asking dumb questions and my sweet husband kept answering them rudely (He knows what makes me feel better) Secretly I was glad he wasn't being very polite (which is not him at all.. he is always so nice to everyone!) He totally made me feel better. Then when the nurse called me into the back to check my blood pressure etc.. She asked me what I was doing there. I told her I was 10 days over due and the hospital sent me here. She asked me if I was in labor. Ummmm.. pretty sure I just waited for you for a half hour and you would know if I was in labor or not. (idiot!) So I just started to cry again. They put me on the stress test and everyone kept coming in to check the test and said "The baby looks great!" I was hoping they would say... "We should send you to L&D" (You would think after an energy drink and candy before 8:00AM something would give.. but no. He heartbeat and everything was perfect. Of course! (Of course I'm happy she is healthy... but I was just hoping to fool the darn test) Then the Nurse Practitoner came in and told me how sorry she was and literally cried with me and hugged me and said "Nobody knows how you feel, you cry all you want!" She made me feel much better!! All the other nurses can just... shove it.
Anyway.. they sent us home and Romney and I went and saw a movie. Sent out all of our "Psych.. no baby" texts to everyone and actually had a pretty enjoyable day together. I had finally just accepted I was to be induced on Monday morning and that was that. They couldn't make me go past 42 weeks! So there was my light at the end of the tunnel I suppose.
Saturday morning I woke up at 6:00AM to go to the bathroom. Took 3 steps and my water broke! I just said "Oh, crap! Romney, I think my water just broke!" I've never seen him jump out of bed so fast! He just said "Let's go!" Soooo long story short.. the hospital had to take us wether they wanted to or not! Ha! Suckers. So at 3:44PM I deliver our sweet baby girl.. Vylet Caroline Zackrison. And now I am no longer an ornery pregnant woman. I am just one happy mama with the cutest little girl ever. (Obviously!)
She is starting to be so smiley and responsive! It is so much fun. I can't believe how much I love her. Motherhood really is the best thing in the whole entire world. I am so grateful I have gotten this experience and it just keeps getting better and better!
