In case you missed it - here is Part One of Claire's Birth Story...
Wednesday July 10th
I woke up this morning with contractions. I knew that they had to be the real deal because they actually were painful. The contractions were about 30-40 minutes apart and I laid in bed forever wondering what to do. Should I go to work? Should I stay home? Should Patrick stay home? We decided to both go to work and I promised to keep him in the loop with what was going on.
By the time I got to work, the contractions had slowed down to only one per hour. My boss was a little freaked out and he kept checking in on me throughout the day. I downloaded a contraction timer app on my phone (best idea ever!) and sent Patrick updates from the app every time I had a new contraction. I don't think Patrick has ever checked in on me so many times in one work day.
I left work promptly at 4:30 and got home and lounged on the couch. The contractions were coming about every 30 minutes by this time. Patrick got home around 6:00 and we took a walk over to see my sister and her son Gavin. According to Patrick, that was THE slowest walk he had ever taken.
Around 8:00 we were eating dinner and the contractions were really picking up. They were coming about every 8 minutes. It was at this point that Patrick and I decided we were probably going to be heading to the hospital that night. I decided to go take a shower so I would be ready to go when the time came.
We mangaged to snap this flattering photo before I hit the shower:
At 9:00 I was in the bathroom getting ready to take my shower when a strong contraction came on and my water broke. Can you believe the good luck of that one? I was actually in the bathroom! Unreal. I went ahead and took my planned shower while Patrick ran around the house like a chicken with his head cut off trying to pack our bags for the hospital. I had a small semi-packed bag ready to go but it needed the bathroom essentials.
Stay tuned for Part Three...