falsies
My Friday started out with mild cramps, contractions, nausea, back ache and an eerie calmness…
We had a doctors appointment, so, I took it easy for the morning and then headed to see a doctor who is not ours - she was out for the day. This doc was hilarious - uncomfortably so… I was on my back waiting for the exam and she was chatting us up - one story about how her kids looked like rubber chickens with big heads when they were born made me laugh so hard I had to turn to the side to avoid tearing the kid from his resting place. I don’t know what it is about us and this doctor’s office, but, everyone we meet there wants to talk about everything other than our kid. We’ve had conversations about bird sex, the fact that our doctor can stick her entire fist in her mouth, human babies with chicken heads, and the drinking habits of the staff - apparently they all had a case of the Fridays last week.
So, with the symptoms I described the doctor predicted we could very well be having a kid this weekend, although after the delightful exam she told us that I was not dilated in the slightest, but, she ordered us to go directly home and pack our bag anyway (which we hadn’t done yet), me to try to not eat large meals (I opted to not take her advice on that one and gave into a craving for pancakes from Magnolia) & we made a mental note to cram in the last half of our birthing videos (these are in lieu of birthing class that never quite panned out).
Since there was no dilation, Kylie and I decided that a late afternoon of shopping was in order (she needed wedding day items and I needed to walk - if it was labor walking would bring it on stronger). We headed to the mall where I got some things for our trip to the hospital & Kylie found tons of stuff she needed. But, the kid didn’t come - I think this is a sign that he is positively ours - no way was he going to begin his life in a Neiman Marcus.
The false labor was actually remarkably reassuring. I felt oddly calm about the whole thing. Yes, it is going to be excruciating, gruesome, petrifying, need I go on… but, it is also natural and all the crap I’ve been spouting about how “ahh… people have been doing this for years…” actually rang true. This is going to be an incredible process - and we can do it.
Listening: Caribou
everyday i don’t see a post, i think maybe… john’s out of the country so call me first =)
no big meals?! they told me to eat right until they gave the epidural. my last meal was a huge burger and fries!
Way to go girl. I faithfully took Lamaze classes (they were six classes long) and got quite good at standing a charlie horse grip at the knee. (That was our practice exercise). Anyway the thing I remember most, aside from the breathing techniques, was the teachers mantra, “It’s not pain, it’s pressure.” Seriouly, and I beleived it! It was drilled into us. When I gave those encouraging words to Meredith, she look at me like I was a nut case. Well you have to remember that was the 60s and early 70s.
You are both in for the inspiration of your life. We are all waiting and sending good thougths. Love Aunty Margaret
It’s not pain, it’s pressure. Got it - I’ll take what I can get! We are excited to experience this and can’t wait for you all to meet him! Thank you so much for the encouragement - it means a ton to us!!!
It looks like it is finally near. I am besides myself in excitement, Dad is trying to be cool and say that it will be a couple of years before he can interact with his grandson but I know underneath he is as thrilled as I am. I know you will do great work with the birth. I am getting tears in my eyes thinking about it. Love, Mom
Push! We need to see that lil Roscoe NOW! Wish we could be there with you, holding Marc’s hand as he faints.