I told myself I would write these things down right away, so that there was some permanent record of them because pregnancy brain just gives way to mom brain, but of course here we are 4 months later (oops, now 6 months) and I am just sitting down to record the day Reese arrived.
It was a pretty ordinary Sunday morning for me. I was meal planning and making a grocery list, Micahel had actually met some friends at the gun range to do a little shooting. Laura had worked the night before, so she was downstairs sleeping. I still felt pretty good for 39 weeks pregnant. I has ridiculous swelling and was tired, but those things just come with being pregnant, so I couldn’t really complain. It was when I went to the bathroom at about 11 that I realized there was something abnormal going on, and after consulting with nurse Laura and calling my doctors office, I was to head to the hospital to get checked out.
I remember calling Michael and asking him to come home instead of head out to lunch with the guys. It was surreal for both of us, me telling him we were headed to the hospital, this might actually be it, asking him to drive careful and take his time, it wasn’t an emergency yet. Of course being the ultimate procrastinator that I am, there was no hospital bag packed yet so I headed upstairs to tend to that, all the time thinking that I might be meeting my daughter soon. Michael has been packed for the last 2 weeks (maybe even 2 months), so he was ready to walk out the door when he got home.
We got checked into triage where they informed me that I was having contractions 2-3 minutes apart. I had no clue, I am still unsure if that is because I am so out of tune with my own body, or if I found some amazing bit of pain tolerance to get me through labor and delivery. I was only dilated to 1 at the time, so after a few hours of monitoring and seeing that Reese was doing just fine, they told us to go home and wait it out there for something else to happen. I was fine with that, still thinking that Reese was going to be late not early, and planned on going to work the next morning.
When we left the hospital I asked Michael to take me to Costco and Target so that I could do my weekly grocery shopping so that we would be prepared for the week. We got everything that we needed and headed home, ready to start another week. A couple of hours later, I knew that something just wasn’t right, so after another call to the on call doctor, they told us to head to the hospital, we were going to have a baby!
I remember standing in the nursery at that moment, thinking to myself that the next time we came back it would be with our daughter. It was such a surreal moment, empty handed and big bellied one moment, knowing it was just a matter of time before that scenario was reversed. Michael came inside from his nightly dog duties, and with a huge smile on his face I let him know that this was it. We gathered our bags, checked the car seat one last time, and off to the hospital we went.
There are some moments that are so clear to me still, and that drive to the hospital was one of them. I remember looking at Michael and saying how we would never be alone again. That from here on out it was a family of three, that hopefully we had sowed our oats and were ready for this new chapter. I cried a little, grateful for the awesome life that we had built together, excitedly thinking about watching Michael become a daddy, and honestly mourning the end of life as just Michael and Jenn. I loved what we were together, but I knew that that would never be the same again.
To be continued…