On Sunday, I was feeling much better after a horrible weekend of being sick most of the time. I was finally not taking nausea medicine and got the energy to get a shower. Yes, I had been in the hospital since Tuesday and had not gotten a shower so I apologize for all who came to visit.
Earlier that afternoon, Dusty had ran home to get a few things and when he returned he was holding the girls diaper bag. I asked him why he brought that in and he said he wasn't sure but he would take it back to the car. Didn't need more stuff in the room than we already had. Even though I had only been there 5 days, it was starting to look like I was living there. After that conversation, I didn't think much about the diaper bag again.
So, around 10pm, I finally got up, got a shower, even dried my hair. I was feeling much better and actually was starting to look and feel like myself (minus the 40 pounds of belly I was hauling around). The nurse came in and I gave her some Girl Scout cookies that Deborah had brought up to the hospital. I told her to enjoy and they would help keep her awake tonight when she got bored. She gave me an Ambien because it had really helped me sleep the other night and I decided I could really use a good nights sleep. Boy, I had no idea what was in store for me. About 10:45pm I was happily drifting into a good nights sleep when I felt a slight pull. I wasn't sure what it was and just hugged my boppie a little tighter and closed my eyes. At that point, I felt the strangest sensation. I was fairly sure I had just pee'ed on myself. I thought to myself, silly Jessica, it must be the medicine just close your eyes and go to sleep. Then it kept going and going and going and finally, I rolled over and looked at Dusty and said I think I just pee'ed on myself or my water just broke. He just kinda stared at me and asked do you want me to get the nurse? I thought to myself. What kind of question is that? Uh, yeah.
They came and said yep, looks like your water broke. They did a swab to test the fluid to make sure and it came back negative. At this point, I was still gushing and thought to myself, if this is just pee, we have a serious problem. They did the test a second time and it came back positive so they called the doctor to see what she wanted to do. Now, I admit, I'm not the most knowledgable when it comes to doctor stuff, but do you really have a choice at this point? They came back in and said the doctor was on her way up to the hospital. I wasn't really feeling contractions or at least not where you normally feel them. I could feel the pressure in my head each time I had one which had been happening for a few days already. They gave me some medicine, Dusty started packing and called my mom and I just sat there waiting. It was much calmer than I ever would have imagined. However, I am sure had that incident happened at home, it would have been a much different story.
Within an hour, I was already in the delivery room, Dusty was all geared up and they were delivering two little angels. I got to see them for a second but between the epideral and Ambein, I was a little out of it. Dusty and my mom got to see them and then they took them to NICU.
4 days later I am at home and a little sore but still can't believe the events of this last week. It doesn't seem real just yet and I can't wait to bring the angels home.
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