Yesterday was one heck of an adventure around here as you can tell from my previous post. Because it is human nature to take one thing and turn it into whatever might be best for your situation in your mind there seems to have been a misinterpretation of information. 100% on my part I might add. Let me elaborate.
When I spoke with Cole last Tuesday he had told me that Nichole was going to the doctor/hospital with hopes of being induced either Friday or Saturday. In my mind that means, wow, a baby will be born Friday or Saturday...In reality that means, Nichole has hopes that the doctor and the baby will both be ready, but there is nothing set in stone. So here is what I chose to then do. FREAK OUT! Here is how the owners manual on my brain would read at that point in time:
Step One: Hyperventilate.
Step Two: Book Hotel for the weekend starting Friday ending is indefinite...
Step Three: Price Flights every hour on the hour until the phone call comes through to actually board the plane with the itinerary which you have been staring at for the past 72 hours.
Step Four: Repeat Step One.
Step Five: Pack Your Bags for undetermined amount of time for undetermined weather conditions in undetermined location...State: New York, Duration: Unknown, Weather: Varies.
Step Six: Get weirdly and uncontrollably emotional and sentimental about the fact that you will now be a three family unit. Cry, Sob, and try/demand to wrench out every bit of human emotion from your exhausted husband.
Step Seven: Repeat Step One.
So, overall I was a joy to be around. For all involved. Those of you reading this that were around me on that autopilot loop above. Bless you for not "off-ing" me when you got the chance :-).
Ok so now, on to what actually happened this weekend and how we continue forward. Apparently when Nichole went to see the doctor a few things happened. She is contracting, but not enough to induce. She is dialated, but not enough to induce. So if you fully get the picture. She is not ready to be induced. However, we were totally overjoyed with the other news that we received. Cole called me to explain what had happened as well as tell me what was currently underway. Nichole was getting a whole slew of tests and prenatal care done that she had not previously received (blood work, measurements, sonograms, and other pregnancy related tests and such...this is not my field so I am at a loss). This was thrilling for us to find out because of the complete lack of any kind of knowledge of the baby's health is was a huge weight lifted. Cole called back about 4:45pm yesterday (8-24-12) and said that Nichole would like to conference with us in order to give us the information from the tests. Thrilled I got Mitch on the phone and this is what she said:
"Well Mitch and Ali...It's a girl."
No sweeter and more beautiful words have I ever heard. Our baby girl is on the way. She is stubborn and likes where she is now, but she will be here soon enough. Nichole also let us know that all is well and healthy. The heartbeat is strong and our little angel is in position ready to arrive. If Nichole does not go into labor on her own over the weekend, early next week she is going back to the doctor to get checked again and to determine where we stand.
In what has been a whirlwind of knowledge and at times lackthereof we finally feel like this is becoming so real. We know that there is a little girl across the country that we will soon enough be able to call our daughter. Wow.
At this point it is back to the waiting game. For me, it's back to work (which I might add does not make me upset at all, I am LOVING my new job). And within the next week we should have a better idea as to when little baby Maren will make her appearance.
In Love,
Ali
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