I'm going to do my best to write this in just one post - unlike Claire's birth saga.
It was Tuesday September 30th. I had my normal doctors appointment scheduled that night- I was almost 39 weeks. I had been 2 cm dilated at my last visit and had been having on and off contractions the past week. Nothing painful, nothing consistent enough to time. With your second pregnancy, you know what to expect. There is a BIG difference between an uncomfortable contraction and a painful contraction. Big difference, people, big difference.
Our appointment was at 6:00. We always take the late appointments on Tuesdays so Patrick can join us. On our way to the doctors office, we were discussing our supper options. We had agreed on the Pizza Hut salad bar in Fenton. We love going just for the salad bar - it is small but good. Back to the story - we got to the doctors office and got checked in and into a room. And then we waited, and waited, and waited. It was very unusual for our doctor to be behind. Dr. Lawrence finally came in around 6:30. I was 4 cm dilated - wow! great progress! However, when I laid down to hear the heartbeat, it took a long time for the heartbeat to recover when I sat back up. Dr. Lawrence didn't like how long it took and wanted to send me over to the hospital for a non-stress test and to check my amniotic fluid levels.
So, over to the hospital we went. Luckily, our doctors office is attached to the hospital so we just had to walk on over. We got checked in and I got hooked up to the machine around 7:00. I know this because The Voice was just getting started on TV. The nurse said the test would take about an hour so we called my brother Brandon to come pick up Claire and take her home to feed her and get her ready for bed. What a great brother - he was there in no time.
And now I am being interrupted by a crying baby - sorry!! Guess this will be a multi-post event. :) Stay tuned....