You Give Me Fever

With all of these precious little babies being born recently, it has me thinking back to when I was pregnant and delivered Princess. I kept a journal that I wrote in pretty often but towards the end of my pregnancy the carpal tunnel was making it more difficult to write and type so I really didn't get to record those last few weeks like I would have liked to. I definitely have baby fever now but that can easily be squashed after dealing with a teething/just had my flu shot toddler. I wanted to attempt to record the Princess's birth story before I lost more of it in my memory. So read if you like...this is mainly for me though!
Tuesday May 30th-This was my last day at work. I had already taken everything home and set my out of office email response. DH drove me to the doctor's office and came to the back with me. My doctor was running extremely late (pretty normal) but this day was by far the worst it had ever been. After we had been there for 3 hours, I was able to grab a nurse to get her for me. I had been walking (FUMING) up and down the hallway in between potty breaks. I was asked to chart my blood pressure over the weekend as it had jumped up significantly. After I gave my doctor my charts (the Type A personality in me had highlighted the times it was over 140/90) and she looked over them for a few minutes. Then she said, "well, let's just do it." I was confused as to "it" was. She then went on to explain that we should head over to L&D and get all set up. My mind was thinking "but we have been here for 3 hours!!! I need something to eat. I don't have my bags. What about the puppy?" In reality-I wasn't just thinking this, I was saying it out loud! She finally said we could go home and come back at 8 PM. On the way to the car (it was probably 6 PM by now) I started crying. Not sweet little "oh, I'm about to be a mommy" crying...it was BIG UGLY I'M SCARED CRYING!! My Dad called my cell phone and I answered all crying and snotting and basically hung up on him because I was so upset I couldn't talk (they were waiting on our call because they knew we were at the doctor's office). I know that worried him but all I could focus on at that moment was the pounding migraine that was forming in my head. Once we got in the car, DH tried his best to console me but it wasn't happening. I cried non-stop...seriously. I asked him to call my Dad back and give them the update. Then he called his mom and told her as well. We got home and I started a gourmet dinner of chicken nuggets and french fries (healthy huh?) and jumped in the shower to cry again and "prepare" myself for childbirth. DH went next door to tell our neighbors what was going on and ask if they would watch our firstborn, our puppy. They were wonderful and said yes, only they had their second baby two days later...about 12 hours after Princess was born! As we ate our 4 course meal, I sat there quietly. DH asked me several times if I was okay-and I was. My head was throbbing and that was my main concern at that point. I put on my "hospital" outfit (pink tank top with rhinestone letters, "Oh, Baby!" and gauchos-yes I wore rhinestones!) and I am SO MAD I didn't make a picture in it! I would never picked this shirt out but a good friend gave it to me and it was huge. So I decided that I would wear it to the hospital when I went to deliver because it would probably fit then. DH was shutting down all of his computer equipment and I decided I was able to make a few phone calls to our closest friends. I remember one so vividly. I called Dr. H and acted all normal and calm on the phone to her. She and I have been best friends since probably birth so I knew exactly what her reaction was going to be. I said to her, "Hey. I need you to do me a favor." She said, "okay, what?" I said, "I have a pounding headache so I need you to promise not to scream, squeal or yell okay?" She said, "ooookaaaayyy." I said, "Guess who's birthday is tomorrow?" She said, "Who's?" I said, (duh)"Princess's!!!-Don't scream (as I heard her take a deep breath to let out a squeal). " It was funny because I knew her exact reaction and I was right! I was waiting on DH to finish up shutting everything down and I remember him looking up at me as I was standing in the doorway and he said, "I'm sorry." He meant for taking so long and making us a little late but I just started crying again. He grabbed all of the bags (which were already packed and near the door-we couldn't leave everything in the car because of the heat that time of year), pillows, and boppy and loaded the car. We said goodbye to our puppy and left our house for the last time as a "single" couple.