In my “100 things about me post, I mentioned that I have a propensity to deliver my babies fast. Very fast.
Each one goes faster than the previous delivery – from 6 hours (from first contraction to birth) for my first child (would have been faster, but I was an awful “pusher”), to “no warning – 3 minute apart contractions from the get go – doctor not even there – Sean had to deliver – no, catch the baby – all within an hour” – for the last baby.
So, it makes sense to assume that I need to be camped out at the hospital from the end of August until this baby makes his appearance.
Obviously, that is not practical (nor is it probably legal). So Sean and I began making plans the other night.
I’ve also mentioned, on several occasions, my tendency to experience panic attacks. Don’t think for a moment, that this impending delivery and it’s likelihood for the dramatics and theatrics seen only on t.v., hasn’t caused me some anxiety. On several occasions it has kept me up at night with worry and created a bit of anxiety for me.
I know my body knows what to do.
I know I can handle it and survive the excitement.
I know it will all work out.
But the idea of delivering on the side of the road, on the way to the hospital, just doesn’t sound comfortable, let alone sterile.
Our hospital is 20 minutes away. Without traffic. On top of that, there is the logistics of getting the kids taken care of. So add at least an extra 15 minutes to the drive, and you have the makings of a bad Lifetime Channel sunday afternoon movie.
(On top of it, we no longer have a car with heated seats. Believe you me, that makes the contractions on the drive to the hospital a lot more tolerable. But realistically, I doubt I will be thinking about that too much this time…)
So, back to our plans.
In all seriousness, we have needed to think this through. My mom plans on coming down several weeks before my due date to help out and be with the kids when I go into the hospital. So that alleviates that issue.
But just in case, we are preparing for the possibility – no matter how remote it might seem or end up being – of delivering at home.
Sean works in an operating room, so he knows all about sterile environments and has delivered many babies by c-section, not to mention, delivering our last baby.
A reason I am trying not to dwell on the “what-ifs” too much is knowing that none of this may play out at all like I have worried. I may have my longest labor yet, or go 2 weeks overdue and have to be induced!!!
But it’s nice to feel prepared and have a plan and pretend I have some sort of control over it all.
I’m sure God is getting a good laugh out of the last bit of that last statement. He is in control, after all, and I know He has us in His hands, no matter when or where this baby arrives.
I’m just hoping it’s not along side of the road in a patch of grass.