So on April 27
, 2009 (exactly 28 Months from the date that Evie was born) Cameron and I welcomed the newest addition to our family, Nigella Spring Rail. The pronunciation is Nigh-Gel-Uh. Hopefully no help is required for Spring or Rail. Anyway she is beautiful! Cameron says she looks just like me. I think she looks like Evie with slightly softer features. All the kids seem to love her... maybe a little too much. Evie tries to be the good big sister, but may just end up loving her sister to death. For example, a week ago Nigella was laying upstairs in our bed and the a/c was running. And I wasn't paying attention while cleaning up. Well, Evie must have figured that the baby was cold because she put a blanket and a couple of pillows on top of the baby. All this should be cute and fine except that Evie was trying to put it over the baby's head. Bless her heart, her intentions are good, but you know what they say: My personal road to the devil is paved in my daughters good intentions (I altered it a little bit).Oh! I forgot to tell you the birth story...you're all family so you have to listen...and if its boring...too bad hahaha. So I had been leaking some kind of fluid for a little while and at my last appointment (a week before the due date which was April 27th...I'll get to that in a second) I talked to the Dr about it. He said he was worried that it was amniotic fluid so he gives me a test strip and tells me should the strip turn blue when place in the fluid it is amniotic fluid and I need to drop everything and go to the hospital. So I go to work and I start leaking again. Sure enough the strip turned blue. So I head into the hospital and I bring the strip with me. Basically, I get the run around from the nurses because I'm not in active labor and they can't recreate the leakage...even though they saw the stupid strip and it was bright blue. But they release me. I call my Dr in the morning (I was released around 11 at night and wasn't the on call Dr who made the decision to discharge me) and he says that he wants me to go right back if it happens again. It does so we go back...still nothing but my Dr examines me and believes that should the "plug" have dropped (you mothers know what I'm talking about), which it did, it would have amniotic fluid on it and that would turn the strip blue.
More at ease now, we wait the remaining 3 days and continue with the planned c-section for the 27th at 6 am (yikes!) Well, the hospital is a good drive away (about 20-30 mins) so I figure I'll get up at 4:30 so we can leave by 5:30. Good plan right? Well, if there is one thing I have learned about offspring it is this: They couldn't care less about plans. I suppose fetuses are no different. I say this because, no joke, at 3:30 that morning I wake up with pretty intense contractions. Now I'd been having braxton hicks for about the last month so this wasn't new to me at all, usually I'd just get annoyed about being woken up and murmur and complain til I fell back asleep. I wasn't so lucky this time.
Nope, I tried changing positions and it kept going. I stood up and it kept going. In fact they were getting meaner. In fact it felt like they were pretty consistent. So I shoved Cameron awake (and when I say shoved I mean shoved...he doesn't wake easily) and made him start counting (no woman should be required to do anything remotely related to math at a time like that) or timing the contractions. Sure enough they were consistent. I figure eh...I'll just labor til I get there...what's an hour of contractions? Sure they hurt but no need for drugs yet, I'll be fine. Ha! Nigella cared nothing about my plans. She was coming and she was coming NOW! As soon as I jumped in the shower my contractions went from every 9 mins to every 3. Not a very patient fetus either. Cameron starts to worry and practically shoves me out the door. We drop off Evie at Marty and Tonia's and we head to the hospital. We arrive at 5:45 am! I guess the baby didn't want to be late. I told Cameron that she's going to hate us when she gets older because she'll always want to be 15 mins early and we're always late.
So after a few choice snarls at the nurses who made me lie down (my contractions hurt more lying down) before handing out the drugs and then a few lovely compliments and loving adoration (which thuroughly confused my husband) once the drugs took effect, and a few more Doctory things I was wheeled into the O.R. and had the prettiest baby ever.
The End.
