Picture it October 15, 2001 (sorry y’all .. I watched Golden girls last night)
I was on modified bedrest due to the fact I’m was already 3 cm dilated at 33 weeks. It could be worse, right? We had been told the day before that I was to do as little as possible. So that morning, I get up and get my oldest off to preschool.
As I’m walking back into our apartment, I feel a trickle down my leg. I convince myself all the way to the bathroom, that it is NOT what I think it is. My water did NOT break.
I call the OB office and talk to the nurse. Due to Kiersten being born at 36 weeks, they instruct me to go to the hospital to get it checked out. The last words out of her mouth were, ” Make sure to bring your bag with you just in case.”
I start to panic a little .. This cannot be happening. I call Dan and let him know what is going on. I tell him, I’m sure its nothing. I don’t know if that was more for his benefit or mine.
I get up to the maternity/OB unit on the hospital and they start their process of checking me out. They hook up the monitors, start an iv, and check “down there.” 5 minutes later, the nurse comes back in and says, ” Good news! You’re going to be staying with us. You are in labor and your water did in fact break. You may want to call your husband. ”
I’m WHAT? I heard the words but I couldn’t believe it. I can’t be in labor.. I’m only 33 weeks and my doctor isn’t even in the country. The doctor that I searched for over 6 weeks. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go this time around.
The whole time I’m talking to my husband on the phone, I’m thinking about what if she has significant special needs, will she have lung problems, etc. We already had one daughter with mild/moderate special needs, could I handle another one?
Over the next 5 days, we met with our team of doctors and nurses, including a neonatologist. They explain the risks/benefits with their plan of care. I had continuous 24-hour IV antibiotics and medications to stop my contractions. I was well-cared for but all I wanted was to go home and be with my husband and toddler daughter.
On October 20th, my doctors decided that our baby girl’s lungs where mature enough and they were going to stop the anti-contractions medications. I had reached 34 weeks and I would be have her that day.
4 hours and 7 minutes later, our 2nd daughter was born at 1147AM. Rebecca was absolutely perfect and healthy. After a few minutes, she was whisked away to the NICU with Daddy following her. Despite some minor apnea issues, she was released to go home 14 days later.
Today, Rebecca is still doing things on her own timetable. She walked early, talked early, started reading on her own at the age of 4,etc. She’s my little overachiever. She loves musicals, is Hamilton-obsessed, playing her ukulele, reading everything she can get her hands on, writing and singing in the choir. She is a beautiful, passionate, sassy, sarcastic and amazing young lady.
I’m proud of of the young woman she is becoming and honored to be her mama.