My contractions started at 4 in the morning. The frequency was irregular and so was the “intensity” (relatively speaking, IMO one doesn’t know what intensity really is until in the middle of active labor). They became regular at around 6 am coming every 20 minutes. I was excited but was careful not to get my hopes up because I didn’t want another false alarm like the Monday before.
I told Tom about the possiblity of him getting half-day time off (again) around 7. I called the office at 8:30 but this time I was puzzled why my contractions were now coming every 10 minutes – they couldn’t come that fast, I thought, the earliest I hoped to be the hospital was in the afternoon not 3 hours after active labor started. I told Tom to get ready while I hurriedly changed the crib’s bed sheets, put up the bumpers etc. 9 o’clock I checked my watch and contractions were only 7 minutes apart! I waited 20 more minutes to be sure and my watch wasn’t deceiving me. I saw Tom prepare to brew coffee in the kitchen,
“Hon, I don’t think we have time for that”.
My poor husband, with a pot of coffee in his hand, was momentarily nonplussed, “Really?”
“I’m not sure but I think I’m coming every 10 minutes now”, I altered the minutes because the fact was – I still didn’t think the contractions were that close already.
“Then we should call the hospital already.” It took sometime for Tom to get through to the clinic “The hell with it,” he swore putting the phone down, “we should go straight to the hospital.” But I insisted on calling first and he managed to get through.
After 5 minutes, we were inside the car and on our way to the hospital. About time, we have so long waited for this day… (to be continued)