On Monday, April 10th, I went in to the hospital for my nonstress test as usual. They continued to monitor me for preeclampsia, and check that the boys weren’t in distress. Everything looked great. The nurse did note that I was having some contractions, but that wasn’t abnormal for me during these tests.
I went home and went about my day, and Steve & I even went to watch some of the youth kids play baseball that evening. We went to bed like normal, fully expecting nothing to happen on the baby front until my next appointment on Thursday.
Then at 1:30, I got up to go to the bathroom and my water broke. We put our bags in the car (and I grabbed a protein bar, since I’m not a fan of just eating ice chips for hours) and headed to the hospital. We got there around 2:15, and by 2:45 they’d confirmed that my water had broken and moved me to a labor and delivery room. I was just dilated to 1, and even though I was having contractions, I couldn’t feel them at all, so they started me on pitocin.
On Tuesday, April 11th, these boys finally arrived!
Stay tuned for my birth story & some more info about our 4-day hospital stay.
Over the last few months, Steve & I have been talking and reading a lot about the past century of African American history, lingering racial injustice & structural inequality, and the church’s role in racial reconciliation.
We’ve talked extensively together and we’ve talked with a few people in our church about how we can better address racial reconciliation in our congregation. Then, a few weeks ago, Steve & I got to attend the Stronger Together 2017 Justice Conference here in Oklahoma City.
Last week, the sweet ladies on staff at our church threw the boys a baby shower.
I was going to write a post about something completely different today, but then the mail came this morning. Nike barked at the mean man for daring to deliver a package, and I went out in my pajamas (yes, it was 10:30, and I was still pajama-clad) and pulled the package inside. I eagerly opened it – getting mail is always exciting!