Anyway, Friday morning Scott and I got word that the offer we put on a house had been accepted! I will discuss this more in another post, let's stay on topic today. It was a great start to the day and I went to my chiropractor appointment to try to turn the little Bean Sprout feeling good about the possibility. Even though the version hadn't worked, I just still wanted to try everything that I could and you just never know. After that, I went to meet Scott in Hartford for a delicious Mexican lunch around noon. As we were driving, almost as we pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, a black cat crossed in front of our car. I'm not even kidding. It narrowly avoided being hit on the other side of the street by a truck and ran right in front of it. I did a double take and sure enough, all black.
I am a fairly superstitious person. Okay, really superstitious! So all during lunch, I just went over in my head what kind of bad luck a black cat crossing your path in the week of Halloween might mean. Was something going to be wrong with the house? Was the hurricane that was approaching the East Coast going to obliterate us all? Was everything going to go okay in 6 days when Sprout was scheduled to come out? I was so stressed out, I ended up overeating at lunch, but at least it was food I really loved. Afterwards, I drove home at 5 miles below the speed limit in the right lane the whole time, just trying to make it home without incident. I implored Scott to please do the same when he came home from work in a few hours. It was a little after 1 and I settled down on the couch with my computer to catch up on election news and celebrity gossip.
As I was enjoying the amazing irony of Justin Timberlake having to share cover space of his ridiculous wedding photo with Britney Spears, I felt a little pop and then a huge whoosh. Water broken! I was a little caught off guard, partly because I had no other signs of impending labor and partly because my doctor had warned me that because of the position of the little Sprout, I was going to have to come to the hospital right away if my water did break. So, I called Scott and waited in the bathtub for him to come while Niagara Falls continued to spill out of my body (seriously, totally unprepared for the sheer volume of water. Sorry if that's gross, but it's true.) My stomach actually got noticeably smaller as I sat there.
Scott didn't take to long to get home and luckily I was able to pass the time calling my parents, brother, and a couple of friends to keep me distracted. We got to the hospital around 2:30 and they immediately did an ultrasound of Sprout and started monitoring his heart rate. Still head up and a strong steady heartbeat. It seemed we weren't in any danger but I was definitely going to have a C-Section, I thought within an hour or so. Except when you eat two enchiladas, a tamale, rice, beans, and chips and salsa, you cannot undergo surgery right away. So I was going to have to wait until 6 before I could be prepped for surgery. Here's a photo of me chilling and waiting for the hours to pass.
It didn't seem very long at all before the nurses were coming to bring me to the OR. It was very bright and cold in there, there were about 6 people all scrubbed up and a table full of medieval tools in the corner, Scott couldn't come in while they prepped me, and I started to panic. I've never had anesthesia, surgery, stitches, anything. And that stupid black cat from earlier....
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