On Sunday, I celebrated my last day of work
before maternity leave.
It was wonderful.
My job threw me a cute little party
With a delish Crumbs cake and cupcakes to boot.
That was a great day.
I walked out of work that Sunday night
excited about the next two weeks
before Lil Man was supposed to come.
I had so many plans.
So many dinners, and get together with friends
scheduled for those weeks.
I couldn't wait.
Pain that couldn't be denied.
picture the worst pain of your life,
now double that and then times it by twenty.
that's how I felt.
after a couple of minutes.
the pain subsided.
And I got back to watching TV
It came back.
And kept coming back
I started timing them.
Every 4 minutes.
I got nervous.
Who wasn't worried,
Told me it was probably "fake contractions."
He had just checked me last week
and I didn't look nearly ready.
Told me to take a cab to his office.
Got to his office in 15 minutes.
He examined me,
after he was done,
panic clearly on his face.
his exact words were.
"you can literally have this baby at any second."
He told me to jump in a cab,
his partner would meet me at the hospital.
The drive to the hospital was excruciating.
Pressure, mounted with fear was making me nervous
and my damn cab driver kept panicking,
screaming at me,
that he didn't know how to deliver a baby.
Got to the Hospital.
Could barely walk.
Crawled to the labor room,
doctors and nurses were waiting for me.
Pain was so intense
that I literally begged them to
either kill me or drug me.
Yes those were my exact words
Thank God they did the latter.
Lil Man came twenty minutes later.
I'll be back blogging beauty and baby soon.
oh by the way
say hello to my lil friend.