
I had no morning sickness or any complications throughout my
pregnancy. I also only gained 18 pounds
during this pregnancy which I was excited about because my first pregnancy I
gained 40 pounds. We had an ultrasound
at the 20 week mark and found out Diego was going to have a baby brother, we
were happy all was well and happy to have two boys close in age.
I was due July 15, which our doctor was going to be leaving
for a mission’s trip on July 11, so I was praying this baby would
come before she left town. As June was
wrapping up my husband also received a new job, which he was going to be out of
town for a week of training starting Monday, July 13, which again had me asking
God, to have this baby come before then so my husband would be there. I was not asking for the baby to come super
early, I know God ordained pregnancy to be 40 weeks, and I never want a baby to
come early no matter how anxious you get towards the end of pregnancy. I wanted the baby to be in as long as
possible, to be born healthy and strong, but I was thinking just before the due
date and before my Dr. and husband are out of town would be great.
Tuesday, June 30, I had a regular doctor appointment scheduled
that morning; I also had a list of errands to run. At my doctor appointment there was nothing
out of the norm, they measured my belly, listened to the heart beat and that
was it. I was in nesting mode and trying
to prepare and get everything ready for when the baby would come. I actually went shopping for a friend’s baby
shower gift that morning after my appointment and grocery shopping. The shower was a few weeks away but I wanted
to have the gift taken care of and wrapped.
When I arrived home later in the afternoon, I felt a few contractions,
but they stopped, I figured because I had been busy all morning and doing a lot
of walking that is why I had them. My
husband arrived home from work and I told him, I thought the baby was going to
come this 4th of July weekend, we had invited some friends over for a barbecue,
so I asked my husband if we should cancel those plans, because I was pretty
sure the baby would come that weekend.
I was making dinner around 4-4:30 and I started having
contractions that were 8 minutes apart but not too consistent. Everything I had read, recommended going to
the hospital when they were 5 minutes apart for an hour straight and I had not
gone to the hospital with my first baby until they were 3 minutes apart, so I
was not in a hurry. I finished making
dinner, fed my two year old. We had our
mid-week church service that night, so my husband was getting ready for church and
I said “I don’t think we are going to make it to church, I think we should go
to the hospital.”
I called my mom and asked if we could drop off Diego to her
and she could take him to church. So we
went over to my mom’s house, took Diego inside, again, my contractions were not
real consistent. I got back in the car,
my husband drove around the corner, and my water broke in the car. My contractions became intense and back to
back. I felt a lot of pressure once my
water broke as if the baby dropped down.
I told Jeff “I think I can feel the baby’s head, drive faster.” We came to a red light, my husband stopped, I
screamed “run the red light, go, go, go.”
There were cars in front of us, he really could not go anywhere, I said “drive
on the sidewalk I don’t care what you have to do, get me to the hospital.” My husband honked his horn and drove as fast
as he could, running red lights, carefully of course, running stop signs, it
was quite exciting.
When we pulled into the hospital, my husband was trying to
get me into a wheelchair, but it felt extremely uncomfortable to sit, so I was
insisting on walking. We walked up to
labor and delivery; I calmly said to the nurse I am here to have a baby. There were 3 nurses in the check in station;
they started getting paperwork and a clipboard together. I calmly said “I mean I am having this baby
right now, I think I can feel the head.”
The nurse looked at me as if I was joking, I think because I was rather
calm.


After going through this experience, I was able to pray
differently for my third delivery. I was
very specific in praying for my third delivery, “Lord I desire a quick and easy
delivery, but I want to have time to get to the hospital, get checked in, and within
one hour have a baby.” I figure one hour
is long enough to have a baby. Thank God
prayer works, my third delivery was the perfect timing for me, I will blog
about that next week.
We also went to birthing classes, even though this was our
second baby and we had been before.
Someone recommended the importance of taking birthing classes with every
child as a refresher, and I also encourage others to do the same. Attending these classes helps me prepare
mentally, helps me get in birthing mode.
It is also good for my husband, I think it helps prepare him to support
and coach me; it’s a great refresher for both of us.
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Grandma helping big brother hold baby. |
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Proud Aunt Gaby |
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Diego wants to be in the pictures. |
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Proud Uncle Robert |
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Big brother wants to play. |
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Brother and baby toes. |
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Our Manny |
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