Liam's Birth Story, part 3

So there I was. In a diaper. A very squeaky diaper.

I text my family, mostly because when you're wearing a diaper, you have to let people know. 

8:09am

Rod called as he was driving home from work.

Rod: So since I'm sick...

Me: ....This baby's timing is terrible {{emotional panic sets in once more}}. I mean, seriously we aren't ready and you're sick and...

Rod: ....Vanessa, it will be fine. I promise. But, since I'm sick, do you think I have enough time to stop and buy some surgical masks?

Me: You cannot be serious. A mask?

Rod: Yeah. 

Silence

Me: Go ahead and buy your silly mask.

Rod: So you're not about to have the baby then?

Me: No. Contractions haven't even started.

 

Eventually Rod got home. My cleaning frenzy hadn't slowed since the morning. I even threw some food into the crock-pot to eat for dinner. The more I moved, the more fluid came gushing out. After soaking through two diapers, I realized my small pack of diapers wasn't sufficient for the outrageous amount of amniotic fluid my placenta was doing a fabulous job of producing. I needed more. 

Ain't nobody got time to go to the store, is what I (literally) thought. 

Just then Rod returned from taking Pax to school, so I begged him to quickly drop by the nearest pharmacy to buy more diapers, which he agreed to. He returned around 9:30am and settled down for some much needed sleep.

9:33am

Text from my midwife.

Midwife: Hi! Anymore gushes?

Me: Oh yeah! Several!

Midwife: Ok, fantastic! Any more bloody show or cramping?

Me: Cramping.  


11:00am

Text from birth photographer.

Her: How's everything going?

Me: It's boring. Nothing exciting to report. I bet things won't pick up until tonight.

Her: That's how my second labor was.

Me: It's nice because I'm getting stuff done, but I'm gonna get antsy soon. I'll keep you updated. 

11:09am

An incoming phone call. Normally I don't answer phone calls from numbers I don't recognize, but this time I did.

Lady: Hi, is this Vanessa? Paxton's mom?

Me: Yes....? Why?

Lady: Well, there was an incident...

Me: **gasp** What?!

Lady: Paxton's in the nurses office right n...

Me: ...IS HE OK??? What happened?

Lady: He fell on his head during recess. His teacher isn't exactly sure what he was doing. He cried, but is better now. We have to report these things. We'll give you information on concussions when you pick him up, just to err on the side of caution.

My thoughts: Did she seriously just say concussion? Yes, she did. I'm going to have a baby sometime soon-ish and my son might have a concussion. And my diaper needs to be changed. AGAIN! What is wrong with this day?

As I hung up the phone, I looked out my kitchen window to see water shooting 12 feet straight into the air. This seriously wasn't happening, right? I walked outside, investigated the situation and determined that, yes, this was actually happening and I had no idea how to fix it.
 
*Insert contraction here*

 
To Be Continued