I'll never catch up on everything that happened in the last couple weeks of my pregnancy. But here is a brief overview. I became more uncomfortable, especially with heartburn and lower pelvic pain. My doctor's appointments were filling the weeks. I anxiously awaited the induction scheduled for 38 weeks and 4 days on December 21st. Although, I also found myself grateful for the induction in a couple of ways. For instance, I had been concerned that I wouldn't know on my own whether or not I was in labor. I was afraid I'd miss something, like the "bloody show" or my water breaking. Having an induction scheduled mostly took those concerns off the table. And although we weren't going to be able to labor at home like we originally wanted to and planned, I had really started to come to terms with the change in plan.
On Monday, December 14th, I went to the hospital to meet with one of the Chaplains to which I'm assigned as a PAG member. We met in the Lighthouse Cafe, which is the dining option at the Women and Children's Hospital here locally. This particular Chaplain and his wife had just had a baby at the end of September. She, too, was scheduled for an induction. Once our time discussing the Chaplaincy program had been primarily exhausted, we then began to discuss baby things. I asked about equipment he found most and least helpful, things that surprised him, what it was like for him being a dad, etc. One helpful tip he shared was that he and his wife pre-registered for their induction. That way, when it came time for her to come in, the hospital already had her information and some of the time for logistics would already be taken care of. "Wonderful," I thought, "I can do that!" So after our meeting wound down, we said our goodbyes. I took up, intending to go to the labor and delivery floor to pre-register.
And my water broke...
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