This is a continuation of the recount of a year ago before Baby K was born. It is birth related so skip it if that isn't your cup of tea. This story comes the night after our reunion. We were still in the hotel where the reunion was held.
I guess I got back into the bed about 1 am and was almost asleep when I heard what sounded like an ambulance. I just figured it was normal and kept trying to relax. At 1:11, I heard what I thought was originally a backfire on a vehicle....but within 2 or 3 seconds....there were 3 more and I realized that it was gunfire. I jerked in the bed and was going to get up and go to the window to see what it was because it was so close.....sounded like it came from right below our window on the street (we were in a 3rd floor suite)....B grabbed me and said, "don't get up. Be still."....so we were still for about 5 minutes and I could tell that B fell back asleep (that man could sleep through a tornado)....so I got up and went to the window. I had trouble getting out of the bed and standing up and taking that first step so it woke him.....I looked out the window to the street below and there must have been 15 cop cars....marked and unmarked and people running from the street across into the hotel. I was like, "WTH?".......so B said, "What do you see?" and I explained the situation.
Within 3 or 4 minutes.....there were policeman everywhere......so I watched the action below from my front row window seat......but still couldn't figure out if it was a drive by or somebody got hit or what.....about 1:45, I gave up and got back in bed but was too wired to sleep (I also couldn't stand up anymore and needed to get horizontal).
At 2:20, I got up to go potty again and took another look out the window (this is a huge window that covers the entire end of the room from floor to ceiling)...so I just sat in the chair, propped my feet up and started some more games of solitaire. At 2:25, I witnessed what I think was a police chase......cause a car came screeching around the corner onto the one way street and there were lights and 3 police cars after it. They were hauling butt....and then like 7 or 8 minutes later....there were 3 ambulances going in the same direction. I couldn't have asked for more action had it been a police TV drama.....but I still don't know what happened. I also don't know if the two things were even related. It wasn't in the paper on Sunday morning so I don't know any more details other than what I saw from the window of our hotel room. Over the next 30 minutes - the 3 ambulances came back by heading towards the interstate to go to the trauma center and there were over 50 people standing and walking in the street. B never did wake up.... LOL and I was just restless after that.
I think that I fell back asleep about 3:20 after having another bottle of water and 2 trips to the potty and 20 or so games of solitaire on the ipac. I was wide awake and felt rested and a lot better at 7:20am. We had planned to go to b'fast with my friend and her hubby and we met them in the lobby at 8am. No one at the front desk knew what had happened - or if they did, they weren't talking but there were several people in the lobby who WERE talking about it....recounting what they had heard. Our friends knew nothing of it....but we later figured out that they were on the back side of the hotel and probably couldn't hear anything. We were right above everything that happened.
I ate a good breakfast. It was enough to be satisfied but not stuffed. The company was good and we talked about people that were there the night before and laughed at just about everything and everybody. My friend was standing there when I said what I said to the woman who was going on and on about the birth pool and presenting me with one......and my friend was still giggling at how I handled it and how it shut the woman up and we got a lot of mileage off that topic.
We went back to the hotel to meet our MW who had arranged with us to do a prenatal before we left the hotel on Sunday morning. She and her girls had taken the 8 pm "ghost tour" of the city (based on the book Midnight in the Garden of Good & Evil) on Sat. evening and she told me about that.....and she expressed to me how grateful she was that she had been able to come with us. I felt like I owed her the world for helping to make my weekend possible (I knew that my husband NEVER would have agreed for me to come without her) but when she was telling me about how long it had been since she had been 'away' with her daughters because she is always on call or catching babies....and how special this weekend had been for the 3 of them.....just the things that she said and the way that she said them left me sitting on the bed crying like a baby.
FHTs were still at 152 but would climb to 165 during prodding and movement. She did a 10 minute stress test of sorts to check for heart tones and movement and encouraged me to keep track of them during the day. I was easily at 4 cms, 100% effaced but the baby was higher than a previous pelvic check. I think she is trying to back out a little to get her head straight.....We talked of stimulating labor once I got home to get things moving along. I am totally convinced that it is her asynclitic head that is preventing things from kicking in. I've had warm up, inconsistent, sometimes strong enough to take my breath away contractions on and off since yesterday morning....but they wont stick. Its her head position but I can't do the lunges and pelvic rock exercises that I would normally do because of my pubic condition.
And I wrote this on the 12th of October:
I felt like the weekend was a mutually beneficial thing for both me and the MW and I'm glad that it turned out like it did. I'm focused on birthing this week......now that all the activity of the reunion is behind me and I'm back home in our own house/bed. This baby isn't showing any signs of coming and I am fearful that I may be looking at next week. I've lost a little bit more of my plug...and the color is changing from clear to a more pink color..... I'm having contractions with no pattern whatsoever and about 9 this morning, after having 4 contractions back to back that took my breath away - I vomited 4 or 5 times. Nothing happened after that. I don't know what is happening....but I'm taking it easy...and trying not to get strung out on things that I can't control.
The MW has been in close contact with me every few hours.....and if nothing happens further today - then we'll just hold tight for a few more days and go from there. B continues to work periodically on the pressure points that the acupuncturist marked yesterday and we'll see what happens.