Retelling: Longest Day Ever

So Monday, a year ago...(I know it's Tuesday, do you mind? I'm a little behind)
All had been fairly boring up to this point. Boring hospital stay. Monday not so much.
I woke up super early and knew something wasn't good. A trip to the restroom proved that. I got to pull the emergency nurse cord for once. Let me tell you, that gets you attention REALLY QUICK. I mean ALOT of attention. Sort of awkward actually.
Anyway, back to bed and lots of monitoring. I had a lot of hip pain that I soon realized were contractions. Let me tell you right now, that night, I had the worst nurse ever. (in my mind) Andrew and I were staring at the monitor and we could see every little tiny bump that showed when I had a contraction, and we could see baby's heartbeat slow with each one. The nurse? Didn't so much believe me that I was having contractions because they weren't major ones or showing up much. Yep, I'm a back laborer. Maybe they should invent a monitor for a pregnant woman's hips and back. 'Cause that's where I get 'em. Anyway, I digress. Next nurse came on within that hour. The moment she walked in the room she said "so I see you're having some contractions" Thank You Jesus!! Sane person has arrived. Her name was Erin. I loved her immediately.

What followed was the longest most boring day of my life. They wouldn't move me so ultrasound came to me. That took forever. They wouldn't let me eat because it looked like baby may have to come that day. You know how when someone says you can't eat you immediately get hungry? Ugh...
Spent the whole day flat on my back watching television trying to get comfortable (still having contractions) and starving. They didn't want to stop my contractions because they weren't awful and even though I was scheduled for a c-section they help prepare your uterus to have the baby. So bring 'em on! Well, that's what the doctor said anyway. Speaking of the doctor, he was MIA most of the day. He was super busy and emergencies and such so I got last billing. Meanwhile I'm disgusting, it's almost 4pm and I'm about to eat my pillow. I called my nurse, literally in tears and said "PLEASE! If you're not going to deliver this baby please let me eat!" So she called the doctor, brought me the best chicken strips I'd ever eaten (you know, considering starvation factor and all) and got the doctor to get himself to the hospital. Where they decided I was doing better and we'd hold off. So I got to shower too. :)

But the exciting thing happened, baby's birthday was decided! I would officially be 34 weeks on Saturday of that week, but since a c-section was needed (baby was still breech) they wanted to do it on Friday as more staff would be at the hospital. I was good and fine with that. Let's get this party started!! So December 18th was set as baby's BIRTHday. 1pm was the time. One day at this point wasn't the end of the world. They still wanted to wait until Friday, as those extra days would help, but better to deliver during the week. Whatever, let's go!

So the day ended better than it began. But really, it was a nightmare. I spent so much of it in pain and hungry. A lot of emotions and worry. A lot of boredom. A lot of baby monitoring.
It also sealed my fate of having to wear the monitors almost constantly. I understand now better the concern about keeping constant attention on baby, but someday, I'd like to sit that doctor down and make him stay strapped to something for 100+ hours...it's intense...

But there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Less than 4 days to go to Baby! Yes, we knew that it wouldn't end there, baby would be little, but we also were ready to meet him. Friday couldn't come soon enough.