Bear showered and I got the "hospital" bag ready. My bad for not having that sucker ready sooner!!! FAIL!! So by 7 am, we were on our way to the hospital. Driving along the wakening world, Bear turns and says, "The furniture for the living room is to be delivered today! I guess I better call the store when they open." No kidding!!! That was the last thing on my mind as my tummy contracted and I felt like I needed to pass gas!
I don't recall actually getting checked into the hospital but do remember once in my shared room,
with the curtain separating me from the mommy to be next door. My nurse strapped on two fetal monitor bands and we all watched the screen. "Yes, dear, you are having contraction." "Really? I thought it was just gas!" Soon the on call doctor from my OB/GYN group came in and that is when the "you know what" hit the fan with Bear!
Dr. "Know It ALL" was spitting out stats of twins born at 33 weeks. "How survival rates were this percent and birth defects that they could have." Let's just say Bear was NOT too happy. Thank goodness Dr. "Know It ALL's" shift was about to end.
I was put on an IV and given a drug, one I can't spell, to stop the contractions. As the contractions slowed my heartbeat sped up, this drug does that, Bear was making a call to my mom to get on a plane to PA. My due date wasn't until November 3rd. "Please get here in time!" was all I could think of. I need my mommy. The second call Bear made was to Kathy. My sweet friend from church! She appeared shortly after she had Ms. Rachel to school. If your mommy can't be with you, Kathy is the rock you need.
Stay tuned for more on the timeline of 17 years ago...........