One year ago today I began the day like any other by going to work dreading yet another three-hour meeting. I was 9 months pregnant with less than two weeks to go until my due date. We began our meeting at 9 a.m. on a crisp fall morning. I was having trouble concentrating and felt a little funny so I decided to take a little walk around 10 a.m. I walked out of the conference room and told Dawn I wasn’t feeling well so I was going to take a walk. Then I peed my pants.
Well, at least I thought I did. I stood there in the middle of our office and cocked my head to the side a little and said, “I think I just peed my pants!” Dawn’s hands went up to her mouth immediately and I ran to the bathroom. I could hear her yell in to Mary “This could be happening TODAY!” as I walked back and shut the door. I soon realized the issue wasn’t exactly resolving itself so I went back out to join Mary and Dawn.
I told them that I thought my water had broken and they suggested I call Husband. I called his number at work but he didn’t answer so I called the just-in-case-Husband-doesn’t-answer-when-I’m-in-labor number and his friend Mike answered. I tried to as calmly as possible convey the message to Mike that I thought my water had just broken and Joe should call me. I found out later that Mike immediately ran to find Husband, who was preparing for a potluck, and yelled “You have to go! Kelsey’s water broke!!”
Meanwhile, Dawn and Mary are helping me decide what to do next and after some exited squealing and jumping up and down (after which Dawn firmly scolded me) I was on my way home. I managed to get Husband on the phone on my way and thank goodness because he was in a panic that he wasn’t going to make it on time and headed straight for the hospital. I told him to meet me at home and we would go there together. We had plenty of time!
I was almost certain by then that my water had broken because by the time I got home my seat was soaked. We arrived at the hospital around 11:15 a.m. and they confirmed that indeed my water had broken and we began to activate the notification list we had painstakingly constructed as follows just before noon:
Once we know we are staying at the hospital (It’s time!), Joe will call the grandma’s and then (hopefully) the following will fall in place beautifully!
Step 1: Labor & Delivery
Mom: Call Jamie
Jamie: Call Tony (to go stay with Zeus) & Dad (just an FYI)
Mom & Jamie (my sister) will be on their way to be at the hospital for the delivery.
I’ll stop right here for a side note about what actually transpired regardless of our plan. Mom and Jeff were in Duluth on one of the first days of their vacation and the phone call from Husband came announcing “Thundercats are GO!” in true Juno fashion while they were shopping at the Duluth Pack store! Jamie was less than calm and messaged Tony something like “Jeff will stay with the dog so you don’t need to.” but failed to mention anything about me going into labor. Then, after booking her flight out, she called our dad and asked him to pick her up from the airport, again forgetting to mention me going into labor. Got to love her enthusiasm!! She was about to be a TiTi, after all!!!
My mom and Jeff arrived from Duluth in the afternoon and my dad and Jamie arrived in the evening. My dad sat with me while everyone else went and got some food. Throughout the night we played Boggle between contractions (I won, of course. And no, they weren't just letting me win because I was in labor. You don't know my family if you think they'd give up that easily.), took walks around and round and round and round the maternity ward and a host of other terribly exciting time-passing activities in hopes to spur labor along.
And a mere 19 hours after arriving at the hospital (21 from when my water broke)...
at 7:43 a.m. September 17, she was born. And our lives changed forever.
We love you baby girl! Happy birthday!!!