As I've told everyone and anyone who'd listen over the last 10 years ... I don't go into labor, I don't dilate, my water doesn't break, etc. so there's no worry about me having a baby before the scheduled c-section ... no worry at all.
Hah!!!! Famous last words.
Saturday I spent most of the day having very irregular contractions, nothing major but somewhat uncomfortable. They stopped and I was able to sleep most of the night, waking to more on Sunday at 7:00 am. The contractions were every 5 minutes, then every 3 minutes. I started bleeding a bit so I called my OB and he sent me to labor and delivery. My mother met me there and, after two hours, I was sent home as the contractions were now 12 minutes apart. I was convinced it was false labor ... I really didn't have any idea what labor felt like as it'd been 15 years since I'd experienced it and most of that was with the benefit of an epidural.
After we left the hospital I napped at my parent's house while they watched the kids and then went to the grocery store, stocking up on basics, figuring I felt pretty crappy and wouldn't want to go shopping in the next week or so, and went home ... no more contractions the rest of the day.
I spoke with Jason late in the evening, then talked to my mother, and then at midnight they started again ... immediately 3 minutes apart. I, of course, was sure it was false labor and didn't want to go to labor and delivery twice in 24 hours for nothing. I hung out at home, took a bath or two, walked around, tried to lie down ... all those things to ease false labor, but nothing worked ... and then the contractions were coming every two minutes, consistently, and I was miserable ... oh my gosh, the pain was insane! I called Jason because I couldn't drive myself and the kids anywhere* and woke C. up to talk to me while I waited for him to arrive.
A little over an hour later I was at the hospital and on my way to having a baby. I had a c-section, the 6th, and River Matthew was born at 4:38 am weighing 6lb.3oz.
He's a great baby, very laid back and content. He's by far the smallest of our children ... K. weighed 50% more than River did at birth. It did take him a day or so to get used to nursing but he's going at it like a pro now.
The other kids are mad about him ... I may need to write a "holding schedule" so they each get a fair turn! C. has volunteered to help at night until I recover from the c-section and the other kids help during the day. They're even learning to change diapers (gotta love that).
I am so blessed by his presence in our world.
*This is where I mention what I haven't wanted to mention for months ... largely because it's very painful, partly because I hope and pray and believe the situation will change very soon, and to an extent because putting it in writing makes it too real. Jason, my husband of almost 12 years, moved out of out house in September. I know it's not the worst thing that could happen, but it caught me and the kids completely off guard and, basically, sucks. We all love him and want him to come home. Our family has been shaken at its core.
I take it a day at a time and care for my family and myself as best I can (some days are better than others). Jason and I are both together and seperately working on our issues (we've each done our share of harm to our marriage, but we're good people who still love each other, so it's worth working on) and are working hard at improving communication and respect.
I, personally, do not believe divorce is the answer. When I married Jason I committed to love him and be there for "better and worse" and "sickness and health". I believe I reaffirmed that committment with the conception and birth of each child. So even though many people have told me to walk away and get on with my life, and sometimes that feels like the only option, I'm not going to ... not right now anyway.
Please continue to keep us, especially the kids, in your thoughts and prayers.