Is it “sike” like the way it sounds… or is it “psyche” as in, I was totally psyched out dude!
Either way, baby-to-be decided to sike us. If you read my previous post (which I deleted because I didn’t want it populating in followers dashboards – BTW, thanks to everyone for the awesome comments! You’ll have to leave them again when it’s really time), then you’d have seen that I really thought the time had come. Well, turns out baby was just saying hi.
Earlier this afternoon, I was in Carter’s minding my own business and picking up some insanely cute burp cloths. All of a sudden, I felt this annoying wave of pain – kind of like a menstrual cramp, only worse. Uh-oh, I thought. I’ve felt this before.
By the time I paid for my merchandise (yes, I completed the purchase – nothing phases a shopaholic during her quest for goods) I honestly thought I was seeing stars – the cramps were coming with such force. I called Mike and told him that it looked like it was time.
I drove home from Carter’s (about 15 minutes away) and placed a few phone calls to family and friends, letting them know I was (oww!) quite sure that I was (breathe, he he he hoo) going into labour (sh*t! that was a strong one). When I pulled into the driveway, I found Mike sitting on the porch with our two little suitcases in front of him and Ryder on his lap.
“Geez!” I cried, “I’m not having the baby THIS SECOND!” I laughed and entered the house, where I proceeded to clean the bedroom, organize an overnight bag for Ryder and of course, blog the infamous post.
After about an hour, we were ready to go. We left Ryder at my mom’s and arrived at the hospital, where I was quickly admitted and strapped to that good old heart/movement monitor. The nurse noticed that my temperature was a bit high, and went about rehydrating me. And after two hours, like magic, the contractions settled.
What the hell???
“Does this happen a lot?” I asked. I mean, it felt like labour. Like, real labour, not Mr. Hicks or gas pains. How could the contractions disappear?
The doctor on duty explained that sometimes labour does indeed start, but then tapers off only to restart in a few hours or even days. He confirmed that I had started to dilate, which was a good sign that baby was ready, but that he was certain I could go home and just come back when the contractions started up again and were 5 minutes apart.
“Your baby was just saying hi,” he joked.
“My baby just cost me $14 in parking for nothing,” I replied.
So now we’re officially on baby watch. I’ve been advised to sit with my feet up as much as possible and restrict my physical activity if we want to keep the little guy in there longer (I’d like him to bake at least another week). At this moment, I feel absolutely fine. I’m so sorry for the sike! Funny enough, I just spent a few minutes on Facebook dispelling the rumours that baby was on his way, so perhaps I’ll just keep my mouth shut until I’m holding him in my arms, LOL.
A trouble maker already, and he’s not even here yet. Sheesh.