When your water breaks.

Multiple people have asked me about what going into labor was like and how I knew it was happening, so I thought I’d take some time to share what my water breaking experience was like.

I didn’t think this would be a *thing* for me because apparently only 8% of women have their water break before feeling contractions that signal something is happening down there (at least that’s what they led me to believe on Pinterest). I also wasn’t holding my breath for Adeline to be born on her due date because they say only 5% of first time mothers give birth on that given day. So, when I woke up at 5:00 am on Addie’s due date with some wetness in my undercarriage area, and very well knowing I hadn’t peed myself, I questioned my initial reaction of: “maybe this is it.”

I kept touching the bed to see if I was imagining things or if I really had leaked some water. I went to the bathroom when I couldn’t decide and, low and behold, there was something going on. I went back into the bedroom, getting ready to say something witty to Luis, like “YOU READY TO HAVE THIS BABY?!” but then I began to doubt that my water had actually broke again. How anti-climactic would that have been… waking him up like BAM, HERE’S A BABY and then it being a false alarm?! So I went back to patting the sheets to see if they were wet, which finally ended up waking Luis anyways.

As we said our usual “good mornings” I felt some additional (this time, undeniable) leakage. It was like an uncontrollable PLOP right into the thick of things and Luis could tell by my face some action was occurring. I could tell he was excited.

Is it happening?” he asked.

All I could do was nod and waddle back into the bathroom (I’m sure you can see the developing trend). While I was investigating (again), Luis patted the bed like I had done and agreed we should start getting ready to head to the hospital.

Interestingly enough, having had our bags packed in anticipation for weeks, I wasn’t too worried about rushing in. I decided I wanted to take a shower, eat breakfast, and put on my full-face of makeup before leaving the house – I mean, I didn’t know when I’d get the chance to do all of those things in order again! So, we took our time getting ready and called my mom to tell her we’d be heading out soon.

em & lou 2Us leaving the house for the last time without Adeline in our arms (cuz she was still in da belly)!

We got to the hospital at 7:15 am and were admitted into triage immediately. It took us QUITE a bit of time to figure out how to do the simple things they asked of us like putting on the hospital gown and peeing in a cup (yes, I needed help with both). You can’t blame us, though. Luis and I were jittery and giggling – a silly combination of excitement and nervousness that continued to grow until 10:10 pm that night when we finally met our baby girl.

Em & LouYou can see here (timestamp 8:23 am) that we were slowly getting ready for how our lives would inevitably change for the better in a few *short* hours.

I look back on that day and am actually grateful that labor was 15 hours long instead of short and sweet. Like I said in a previous post, most of it was fun and games (i.e., walking in the halls, talking and joking, and spending time with our immediate family). Had we rushed through it, I may not have remembered things like insisting on changing into my “nice shaking” barre socks after having been instructed to wear the awful yellow heathen atrocities (the hospital’s version of “sticky socks”) throughout the corridors. Not only was I visually offending myself with these ridiculous-wannabe-socks, they were like 45 sizes too big so I kept almost tripping myself.

Nice Shaking

These socks became a perfect joke because after getting the epidural I ACTUALLY WAS shaking and then they really were fitting for the occasion.

Also, had we rushed through the labor and delivery process I probably wouldn’t remember that our lovely nurse Danielle made Addie her first beanie to wear once she was delivered. Yes, the one she is repping in the picture below is the cuteness she gave us and DAMN, did she look cute in it!


Seriously, it doesn’t get much cuter than that.

So, in the grand scheme of things, going into labor wasn’t that bad. REAL LABOR, on the other hand, is a totally different story… and we’ll save that one for another time.

Maybe in the next post we’ll move on to another favorite topic: “When your milk comes in.” That one always gets some laughs… at my expense. lol.

Until next time! ❤

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