At 39 weeks pregnant with my first child, I found myself at church for a meeting. Let me tell you, at 39 weeks pregnant, you don’t want to be anywhere or in front of anyone. You just want to hide because you feel the size of a spaceship. Not to mention all of the attention you will receive because you are about to embark on a new phase in your life with everyone there to witness it. I’m not the type that wants to be the center of attention.
I have to say, church meetings can be very boring but this was the most interesting church meeting I have ever had in my life. I don’t think anyone else will ever forget it either.
During the meeting while we were listening to other’s speak, people would turn around to look at me. Although I made strong efforts to show neither emotion, nor physical reactions to the increasingly painful contractions I was experiencing to evade being the center of attention, I realized it was a losing battle. Prior to the meeting, I had 90 minutes worth of mild contractions but I assumed it was false labor. My physical distress was no longer something I could conceal, which resulted in the meeting concluding while everyone debated whether to send me to the hospital or call an ambulance.
I chose the less dramatic route, I called my doctor who agreed I was most likely in labor but said I could wait at home for a few hours until my contractions were closer together or come in then.
The next call was to my husband who was at work to let him know that I was in labor. I was undecided whether to go straight to the hospital or go home. My conversation with my husband was one for the baby book of which we will never forget. He answered his cell phone while passenger in a covert vehicle in an actual high speed pursuit of a suspect that had a gun intending to use it. This was my husband’s first week in the Flex Squad, somehow he had already found high suspense action. Is he a magnet for it? Can you guess his reaction to his wife in labor with his child while he was in his first hot pursuit? “Are you going to the hospital now, otherwise I have to call you back.” He further explained that if the suspect didn’t pull over, then his Sgt. would have to ram the suspect next.I decided to wait until my contractions were closer together because I didn’t want to wait in the hospital for hours in labor. I went home to get comfortable with the help of my church committee making sure I got home okay.
Approximately six hours later, my husband came home from his exciting evening while I was still wide awake and very much in pain. He immediately fell asleep. The baby must have sensed his Dad was home because about thirty minutes later, my water broke clinching it that we had to head into the hospital. My husband’s stressed out half awake reaction to his wife’s water breaking on 30 minutes of sleep after a suspenseful night was “I hate you.” Ha. That said it all! Well, with the water breaking, my contractions had gone through the roof so we hit the ground running for the next phase of our life on no sleep. Eight hours later, our son was born happy and healthy.