Although Carey’s official due date was August 26, the newest little Moseley could have cared less. Just before 4pm on August 10, Carey phoned to tell me her doc had issued orders for her to go to the hospital. Carey thought her water might have broken, but wasn’t sure.Actually, Carey had first called her doctor before lunch and was told to go to the hospital then, but since she didn’t think she was anywhere near starting labor, she said, “Nope, I’ve got things to do…I have two conference calls and have to….” (if you know Carey, you understand). In addition, neither Carey nor I wanted to be the rookies showing up at the hospital crying wolf and have a condescending caring healthcare professional tell us to go back home for two weeks.Around 5:30, we finally started toward Baylor Medical Center. It was when we made a quick stop at Sonic, to get Carey a grape slush, that the contractions began big time! At Baylor, Carey learned (a) her water had broken; (b) she was in labor and (C) she was heading to Labor and Delivery (aka L&D).
Carey dreaming of an epidural. Carey’s mom (aka Mimi), whom we called on the way to the hospital, set a land-speed record in her trek to Dallas from Wichita, Kansas and arrived shortly after midnight. Mimi arrived just before the magic man arrived with the long needle.
If you want to know how fun going 70% of the way the all-natural (i.e. no drugs) way is, ask Carey.
After the anesthesiologist finished (1:00AM, Aug 11), Carey was able to smile once again. Joanie, the great L&D nurse who had predicted Baby M would arrive before she left for shift change at 7AM, attached a couple of monitors - one to monitor the baby’s heart rate, the other to monitor Carey’s contractions, which were charted on a line graph…continued on next post….
