Today is the 1 year anniversary of the first time I went into labor with Nathan. A year ago today, I was working in the Wal-mart Deli cooking all the foods that went into the hot case. Part of my job was to write down the times that I made each batch of food, and after about a half hour of looking at the clock to write down the food times, it occurred to me that my contractions were every few minutes. I was pretty sure that I was just experiencing Braxton Hicks contractions, but just to be on the safe side I started writing down the times of each contraction, along with all of my cooking times. Sure enough my contractions were every two minutes and getting stronger! One of the ladies I worked with (who had 5 children herself) told me to sit down and drink some water to see if the contractions subsided. They didn't. I made it home in time to catch Billy before he left for work, and we decided to call the hospital since we couldn't get a hold of my doctor. The hospital said to come immediately! I remember the drive to the Chewelah hospital with a sense of excitement, was this the day my baby would come? I called all the grandparents to let them know they might have a new grand baby this day. Only when we got to the hospital did we realize that this was a very bad time for Nathan to come. I was only 34 1/2 weeks pregnant and if they couldn't stop the labor I would have to ride in an ambulance to Spokane's Sacred Heart Hospital because our small town hospital wasn't equipped for premature babies. The thought that I could have a premature baby really scared me. We also found out that my doctor was on vacation which was why we couldn't get in touch with him. Not having my trusted doctor there also added to the worry, as if for some reason I couldn't have this baby without him.
Thankfully the labor stopped. I spent most of that night laying awake in bed, snuggling with the baby blanket we brought for Nathan, and watching Billy sleep in the bed next to me, and thinking about our little baby. I was wondering what Nathan would look like, or what type of personality he would have, and most of all I couldn't wait to hold him.
Thus began six long weeks of bed rest. I spent alot of time eating watermelon and and Oreo cookies with milk, taking 5 minute walks in the sunshine, reading romance novels and watching my two favorite TV shows; the Biggest Looser and America's got talent. To this day still, I get a craving for Oreo cookies every time I watch either show.
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