Here's a story...after hearing I'd need to be induced next week because of Assymetrical SGA (Small of Gestational Age), Jereme and I prepared for a hospital birth with petocin, an epidural, a prolonged labor, walking the halls, doula, maybe a c-section and all that. Our little man isnt technicaly due until November 4th so having him early wasnt quite what we'd planned.
On Monday night, we went to our third out of four Baby Birth classes and I told everyone I was starting to feel some contractions..braxton hicks? false labor? Something, but that I would probably miss the next class due to the inducement anyway. Well, let me just say that sometimes the plan and prep of parents and doctors and everyone gets completely thrown out when the baby decides for himself what he thinks is best. To put a long story short - I had sporadic contractions all that night, called labor and delivery at 4am who told me to I was probably dehydrated and to try drinking a liter of water first before coming in, my water broke all over the sofa at 8:50 am, and on the way to the hospital - I needed to start pushing, DH had to run a red light to get to the emergency where this moaning mama was run by a nurse down the halls in a wheelchair to the L&D and was told I was fully dialated. The only thing missing was the Benny Hill theme song. Less than 20 minutes after pulling up in a panic to the front doors, we welcomed 37 week, 4 day, 5lb, 5oz baby Arthur into this world. Crazy but true. We are all healthy and happy though still in some shock. We'd not found a pediatrician yet, I still have three more prenatal swim classes, not even fully picked out his name - but hey - sometimes babies know when it's time - even when they are still a tiny, cute peanut.