On Thursday the family went to the YMCA and I took a walk on the treadmill. By the end of a mile or so I had to get off and just sit on the bench. I told Matthew I think we should go home and was really tired. Contractions were pretty consistent and getting more difficult. When we got home around 5 I was sure (though always had a voice of doubt) that this would be the night. We called Matt’s mom to see if she could pick up the kids for the night incase something happened during the night. Meanwhile, I watched Emma and dealt with the contractions as they came. Around 8:00, Mom Weldon arrived with Heidi and they took the kids home with them. Matt and I hung out for another hour or so before heading to bed.
I slept fitfully, wakened by contractions every hour or so. By 3AM I just couldn’t lie down anymore and woke up Matthew. He got up, showered, got the bags and carseat in the car, and I called the midwife. She was already at the birth center and told me I could come in if I wanted or wait it out longer at home. I told her we would leave within the hour. I showered, ate, got through contractions and we were on our way at 4.
After laboring on the ball for awhile, I got in the tub for the rest of the time. I was planning on having a water birth.
I kept crying and saying, “Is this real? Is this real?!”
On Sunday, the kids came home and met Betty for the first time.