I was tired and trying to sleep.
Being eight months pregnant, sleeping was difficult.
Can’t get comfortable.
Can lay on my stomach.
Need to put a pillow between my legs.
I was SUPER tired.
Nevertheless, something kept waking me up.
[HINT: I was in labor]
I’d taken a bunch of castor oil the day before in the hopes of starting labor.
[HINT: It did!]
So I finally got up and decided to go take a bath.
But as I stood in the tub, waiting for it to fill, a little drop of blood came out of me and dissolved into the water.
I called my doctor’s exchange and waited for a call back.
Meanwhile I began to get increasingly uncomfortable.
I decided to head straight to the hospital, without even hearing back from the doctor.
My ex-husband made me sit in a garbage bag on the ride there and it was then that I realized I was in active labor.
I remember clutching the window frame, trying to breathe through the contractions.
I got into the hospital, was put in a room and the nurse decided to check me out.
I was fully dilated.
There I was, pushing my baby out, with no doctor, only a nurse to help me.
It was crazy fast labor.
[HINT: I was only in the hospital for 20 minutes before my son was born.]
The doctor took the stairs and managed to get to me before the baby was born.
And that is how Gavin entered this world.