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| 23 hours after it all started, Wally was delivered. |
However, a funny thing happened on the way to the doctor's office. It was the day of the Crescent City Classic--a large race that had many of the streets blocked including the one that we needed to cross to get to the doctor's office. So we sat in the car, with me looking hugely pregnant, and listened to a police officer tell us that he couldn't let us cross even if I were having a baby. What to do next?
Ward decided to try to figure out a back way to the hospital. I had a breastfeeding class scheduled for there in a couple of hours anyway. We finally made it to the class and at the end, I told one of the instructors that I thought my water had broken that morning. She got excited and told me to go to the maternity ward.
I was admitted but still nothing more than random contractions. The doctor showed up about an hour later. He said he was very glad we called, because he was in the middle of his son's cello recital and was happy to leave. Because of risk of infection, the baby needed to come today so labor was induced. And then the fun began...
I realize that this story is probably of not much interest to anyone but me, but I had a very hard time thinking of anything to write about for the letter D.
Delivery stories are always interesting because they are so varied. Glad you managed to get to the hospital in the end I'd have been a nervous wreck confronted with road closures.
ReplyDeleteI was rather surprised they wouldn't let us through because the racers weren't to that point in the race yet. However, I guess they had heard it all by then.
DeleteI am surprised they didn't let you through, even if they had heard it all. That was a great story, especially knowing the roads and traffic patterns in New Orleans.
ReplyDeleteI also missed my baby shower while I was in labor in the hospital. I didn't know it, but there was a phone tree among everyone who was invited following my progress.
Delete"...he was very glad we called, because he was in the middle of his son's cello recital and was happy to leave." Oh my!
ReplyDeleteSince my children are all of the feline variety, my "delivery" stories all sound sorta like this: I looked outside and saw a forlorn looking little kitty...
My brother & I were both planned C-sections (my mother had had fibroids removed and apparently back then they thought once you'd had that kind of surgery a natural birth was impossible.) All I really know about my own delivery is that my father, who doesn't like to be upstaged, apparently waltzed into the delivery room and announced that he'd just quit his job in a blaze of glory and would be dragging the family half way across the planet. And so, life in crazy-land began!
Anyhow, I'm glad everything worked out OK for you - I'm sorta wanting to bash that stupid cop in the face though - what would he have done if you'd started to deliver right then and there?
You certainly had an interesting childhood and I'm glad you survived. I too have some "delivery" stories about finding a forlorn kitty who had lost its mother. Maybe another time, I will tell that one.
DeleteOur delivery stories are always interesting because no two will ever be the same and yet you would think they would as birth is a natural process that has been happening forever.
ReplyDeleteI really did wonder if you were going to make it to the hospital in time with blocked roads, glad to see you didn't have to deliver in your car. :-)