We both took a 3 hour nap while my mom watched Mark. I was laboring the whole time. Throughout the rest of the day I spent some quality time with Mark, playing games, drawing pictures and hanging out. I knew this was going to be the last day with him.
Tuesday April 27, evening:
I took a bath to help with the pain and called my girlfriends. I had invited them over for a birthday dinner that I knew was not going to happen. My contractions got as close as 3 minutes apart, but I didn't think that was enough to call and go to the hospital again. The last thing I wanted was to be sent home again.
Wednesday April 28 9:00 am:
My 29th birthday! I called the ob first thing in the morning and got the earliest appt possible, 1:30. I wanted to see if I had made any progress in the last 24 hrs, and to check to see that the baby was ok. We had a while to wait, so we went for a walk in the morning, then to the mall to spend one of my gift cards. My mom and I went out to lunch at Uno's. When we got home I vacuumed the hardwoods, saving the carpets for when i got back from the Dr.
Wednesday April 28 1:00 pm:
We left to go to the ob and I told Mark that I would see him soon and we would have birthday dinner with cake when we got back! At the Dr I was found to be 5 cm dilated and 80% effaced. He gave me the option of going to the hospital straight from the office and being induced, saying that I would only require a small amount of pitocin to finish labor, or going home and waiting until things took off on their own. I chose to go home for a number of reasons- 1. We did not have the suitcase for the hospital with us, 2. It was my birthday and I wanted my cake, 3. I really did not want to be induced.
All the while I was at the Dr I had been having contractions, closer together and more intense than any others that day.
Wednesday April 28 2:43pm:
We are on our way home from the ob (about a block away) and I decide to pray. The answer always comes in two words and this time was no different. I asked God what I should do. The answer came loud and clear: "GO NOW." With this command came a ferocious contraction that had me begging Jarod to pull the car over and call the dr's office back. We were on our way to the hospital.
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