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Operation: False Alarm

I know I promised I would publish the rest of our family photos this week unless, of course, something else happened.

Well, something else happened. 

I suppose I should go ahead and let you know that the title here is a bit misleading. There was no “operation” and certainly no cause for “alarm.”

[Then why is that the title she chose?]

I don’t make the rules around here, y’all.

[Then who makes the rules?]

ANYWAY, I spent most of my day yesterday fending off some pretty intense contractions. I did everything in my power to keep them from intensifying because there is nothing more frustrating to me than going to the hospital for no reason.

[No comment.]

I kept my feet propped up during the kids’ afternoon quiet time to ward off any false labor pains, I drank no less than a gallon of water to ensure I wasn’t contracting due to dehydration, and I even convinced myself that I would NOT melodramatize every ache, pain, or tightness.

Still, the contractions persisted. 

Operation: False Alarm

After 3 hours of consistently tracking the contractions, I finally decided to “make the call” around 4:00 p.m. Brian was in a meeting, but I was afraid he would get stuck in major, Birmingham rush hour if we waited any longer.

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Thankfully, our babysitter was already planning to come to our house for a scheduled date night, so the timing couldn’t have been any better. Brian rushed home, we packed our bags, kissed the kiddos, and headed to the hospital.

Well, sort of.

I realized along the way that I was STARVING. All that excitement and constant contracting meant that I had neglected to eat anything since noon. It was, by that time, around 5:30 p.m. Nothing sounded better to me than a Wendy’s quarter pounder with fries, so we made a pit stop. This was a decision I was certain I would regret if I truly was in full-blown labor, but it was definitely worth the risk.

When we arrived at the labor and delivery floor, we did the usual routine. The nurses put me in a triage room and hooked me to the machine that measures my contractions.

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As I had suspected, they were still pretty close together and somewhat intensifying. However, when the nurses checked to see if I was dilated, they found that I was—how do I put this delicately?—pretty much closed for business.

ZERO progress. 

I did inform them that my body is historically stubborn. My water broke with JJ at 39 weeks, and after 24 hours of labor, I had only dilated 2 cm. That means that I probably would have had to labor another few days if I hadn’t made the decision to just let them go ahead and induce.

As we sat in that triage room listening to one woman after the other get prepped for delivery, I couldn’t help but feel like an idiot for even going in last night. What started out as a flurry of excitement ended in me choking back tears as I took the walk of shame past the nurse’s station on our way out of the hospital many hours later.

So, our date night consisted of fast food, a fun-filled trip to the hospital, hours and hours of NCAA basketball in the triage room,

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poking and prodding, listening to other women as they transitioned into active labor, and Brian reading me his emails.

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Basically, it was the most romantic night out we’ve had in weeks. 

Operation: False Alarm

I’m not saying I want this baby to come before he or she is fully developed or good and ready, but I will let you know that my weekend will most likely be filled with LOTS of spicy food, walking, and—AHEM!—other…labor-inducing activities.

Aaaaaaaaaaaand we just lost my dad.


Comments to "Operation: False Alarm"

  1. Shana

    March 13, 2015

    The walk of shame…lol You always make me laugh. 😀

    • Katy in a Corner

      March 13, 2015

      I should have said the “waddle of shame.” Missed opportunity.

  2. brooke bowman

    March 13, 2015

    I totally relate! I am 34 weeks pregnant with our 4th and am having very strong “false labor”. I have also sat and timed but Dr days I’m also still closed! Lol. However, with my 3rd, I went to L&D 3 times before he was actually born! I would have contractions, they would monitor them, but tell me I wasn’t dilating. Well let me tell you that when I did have him, I never dilated past 8! I’m telling them that I have to push and they’re telling me I can’t bc I’m not fully dilated. Oh no, he came out then! And they had to cut to finish dilating! With no numbing or medicine! It was horrible! Actually horrible doesn’t even begin to explain it. Ahh!

  3. G-Man

    March 13, 2015

    I’m convinced that you would have had the baby last night if we hadn’t told you that I would be coming to take care of the kids rather than your mom! 🙂

  4. Kathleen Norris

    March 13, 2015

    Hi Katy…I love reading your blog. My 43 yr old baby sister has 5 kids. By the time she got to 3 she had it down to a science..she never waited more than 45 in the birthing room before they made their entrance! When she had her youngst son the doctor and her husband were watching Michigan play basketball. Lets just say she had to yell at the doctor to turn around and catch! His nickname is Little Blue.

  5. Monica

    March 13, 2015

    Been there, done that way too many times. I know your frustration. Just think of it as an excuse to lay down and have people wait on you.

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  7. Andrea

    March 26, 2015

    With my first, when I went for my regular check around 37 weeks, I was told by the PA that I had a “cervix of steel”. Not exactly encouraging when you’re anxiously waiting to meet your little one (and like you, find out the gender!). Needless to say, I was 10 days late and had to be induced.


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