Over Labor Day weekend, my mother-in-law's family has a reunion every year. So me, the husband and #1 Son came down to a town about 4 hours away to attend. Reunion was Sunday, we planned to go home Monday.
Instead, husband and #1 Son will be going home this coming Sunday...and I will be going home in about 5 weeks...with a baby.
I WAS 32 weeks pregnant. On Saturday night we went to see Guardians of the Galaxy. About 4 am on Sunday morning I woke up, had to pee- hardly unusual- and discovered I was bleeding. A lot.
We woke MiL, a nurse and she drove us to the ER. They confirmed that my water had broken and I was in labor. How did I not know I was in labor? Well, with #1 Son I was induced because of high blood pressure, and when you're induced you tend to bypass the early stages of labor and go straight into active labor, so I didn't know what it was supposed to feel like. And anything I did feel didn't persist so I put it down to Braxton-Hicks contractions, sort of a fake-out practice labor you get in the third trimester.
Anyway, despite valiant work on the part of doctors, nurses, and massive doses of drugs intended to stop labor for at least 48 hours (to give some steroid injections time to develop the baby's lungs) it became obvious he wasn't going to stay in. So Malcolm was born on September 1st (Labor Day- haha), exactly 8 weeks early. The doc recommended I have another C-section, which I really didn't want, but in a panic I chose the devil I knew. This turned out to be very, very good, as he discovered I had suffered a uterine tear that would certainly have resulted in a rupture and a dead baby if I had tried for VBAC.
Mal is surprisingly big for his age- over 4 whole pounds- but he will have to be in the NICU for 4-6 weeks to catch up before he can be released. Which means that on Sunday the husband and #1 Son will go home, and I will stay here with the in-laws until Mal is ready. My in-laws are wonderful people who have just been fantastic, and they promise to take me to the hospital any time I want to see the baby. But right now I am feeling kind of low. I'll be away from my husband and son for over a month, and I won't even have #2 Son beside me. The whole thing still feels very surreal; a few days ago I was looking forward to another two months of being pregnant, and now I'm not anymore, literally overnight. We've been scrambling to cancel appointments and get #1 Son enrolled in all-day kindergarten for the next month, Husband's lab work is going to suffer and while they plan to come here on weekends, it's going to be incredibly hard (I was discharged myself today, and leaving my baby there was the worst. I almost made it out of the NICU before I started bawling). I am the runner of the household, and while Husband isn't resentful at all I feel terrible that he will be a single dad for so long. We have no family at home to help him.
I worry about my older son too. We're very close, and this has been hard on him. I think the fact he can't go into the NICU doesn't help, as al these changes are happening but he hasn't seen the cause of them, so having a baby brother is still very abstract to him. I may be posting in Advice looking for ways to help him out.
So that was my weekend. It really helps to type it all out. We're still in a daze over here.
Instead, husband and #1 Son will be going home this coming Sunday...and I will be going home in about 5 weeks...with a baby.
I WAS 32 weeks pregnant. On Saturday night we went to see Guardians of the Galaxy. About 4 am on Sunday morning I woke up, had to pee- hardly unusual- and discovered I was bleeding. A lot.
We woke MiL, a nurse and she drove us to the ER. They confirmed that my water had broken and I was in labor. How did I not know I was in labor? Well, with #1 Son I was induced because of high blood pressure, and when you're induced you tend to bypass the early stages of labor and go straight into active labor, so I didn't know what it was supposed to feel like. And anything I did feel didn't persist so I put it down to Braxton-Hicks contractions, sort of a fake-out practice labor you get in the third trimester.
Anyway, despite valiant work on the part of doctors, nurses, and massive doses of drugs intended to stop labor for at least 48 hours (to give some steroid injections time to develop the baby's lungs) it became obvious he wasn't going to stay in. So Malcolm was born on September 1st (Labor Day- haha), exactly 8 weeks early. The doc recommended I have another C-section, which I really didn't want, but in a panic I chose the devil I knew. This turned out to be very, very good, as he discovered I had suffered a uterine tear that would certainly have resulted in a rupture and a dead baby if I had tried for VBAC.
Mal is surprisingly big for his age- over 4 whole pounds- but he will have to be in the NICU for 4-6 weeks to catch up before he can be released. Which means that on Sunday the husband and #1 Son will go home, and I will stay here with the in-laws until Mal is ready. My in-laws are wonderful people who have just been fantastic, and they promise to take me to the hospital any time I want to see the baby. But right now I am feeling kind of low. I'll be away from my husband and son for over a month, and I won't even have #2 Son beside me. The whole thing still feels very surreal; a few days ago I was looking forward to another two months of being pregnant, and now I'm not anymore, literally overnight. We've been scrambling to cancel appointments and get #1 Son enrolled in all-day kindergarten for the next month, Husband's lab work is going to suffer and while they plan to come here on weekends, it's going to be incredibly hard (I was discharged myself today, and leaving my baby there was the worst. I almost made it out of the NICU before I started bawling). I am the runner of the household, and while Husband isn't resentful at all I feel terrible that he will be a single dad for so long. We have no family at home to help him.
I worry about my older son too. We're very close, and this has been hard on him. I think the fact he can't go into the NICU doesn't help, as al these changes are happening but he hasn't seen the cause of them, so having a baby brother is still very abstract to him. I may be posting in Advice looking for ways to help him out.
So that was my weekend. It really helps to type it all out. We're still in a daze over here.


so while it will be a setback it should be OK (this is the husband who routinely works 60-80 hours a week, so being forced to keep it to 6 hours a day and no weekends is really going to impact his experiments, but it can't be helped).
So while Husband is perfectly capable, it will be interesting to see what the house looks like when I return...


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