Wednesday, September 5, 2012
2:00 AM: I've either just peed myself, or my waters broke.
2:01 AM: Yup. Waters broke.
3:00 AM: Leave the house with a towel, a trash bag, and enough luggage for a week.
3:05 AM: Stumble into the Cambridge Birth Center. Get checked out.
3:30 AM: Aaron goes into the office to get his work computer. I go back to bed. I win.
7:30 AM: It's pouring rain. Check in to Cambridge Hospital.
8:00 AM: First dose of misoprostol to induce labor.
9:00 AM: Nothing
9:30 AM: Still nothing.
10:00 AM: Oooh! Breakfast!
11:00 AM: More nothing.
12:00 PM: Second dose of misoprostol.
1:00 PM: Watching Simpsons Season 8.
2:00 PM: The whole damn thing.
2:30 PM: Still nothing.
3:00 PM: Weather's cleared up. Go for a last pregnant waddle around the neighborhood to get things moving. Stop by The Biscuit, my coffeehouse of choice, and get my last green iced tea as a free woman.
3:30 PM: Climb five flights of stairs, for christ's sake.
4:00 PM: Still nothing.
4:30 PM: Order a cheeseburger and fries from S&S in Inman Square. It's okay. Who in their right mind gets a cheeseburger from a Jewish deli? Should have gone with the reuben.
5:00 PM: Start pitocin.
8:00 PM: Things start getting interesting.
9:00 PM: Really interesting.
11:30 PM: Move from the bed to the bathtub.
11:31 PM: Aaron mans the shower wand, hosing me down like some kind of marine mammal. As a result, I spend a lot of time semi-hallucinating about blue whales. Trippy.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
1:30 AM: Push!
2:18 AM: Leo is born.
2:30 AM: They ask me what I want to eat. I packed a bar of my favorite fancy-pants mexican chocolate for exactly this purpose. And I have forgotten all about it. Instead, I opt for a hospital-issue grape popsicle. It is awesome.
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