Early Monday morning, at about 3 a.m., I woke up experiencing a lot of pain and pressure. As I walked the house and began counting contractions, I realized the time had come to wake up Samuel and get ready for our trip to the hospital. By 6 a.m., after settling the kids with their aunt and uncle, we arrived.
Everything was looking great, my contractions were steady, close together, and fairly strong, and then came the news:
Our son had decided to float!
Which means there was no longer any pressure helping things along!
We've since been released and lo' and behold the contractions are far and few between!
Talk about a false alarm and some serious disappointment!
I think Ava took it the hardest though. When the kids came home from their much anticipated 2-day sleepover with their cousins, she howled and howled.
I'm happy to say my reaction wasn't quite so dramatic.
Everything was looking great, my contractions were steady, close together, and fairly strong, and then came the news:
Our son had decided to float!
Which means there was no longer any pressure helping things along!
We've since been released and lo' and behold the contractions are far and few between!
Talk about a false alarm and some serious disappointment!
I think Ava took it the hardest though. When the kids came home from their much anticipated 2-day sleepover with their cousins, she howled and howled.
I'm happy to say my reaction wasn't quite so dramatic.