It went something like this –
Nurse: Hi, is this Jennifer?
Me: Yes.
Nurse: Hi, this is Nurse So-and-So down at the hospital. Are you still pregnant?
Me: Yes.
Nurse: Really?
Me: Yes.
Nurse: Okay, well you need to come in and have that baby now. I haven’t talked to someone as pregnant as you are in a long time.
Me: Um okay, but I’m at work and I’m at least 1-2 hours away, can I just finish the day and then come tonight? I mean, I feel fine and everything.
Nurse: No, you need to come in now.
Me: Okay, well do I have time to run home and shower? I thought I had more time… (you know, because I hadn’t had 40 weeks + 10 days to prepare or anything)
Nurse: Not really. You are really pregnant and we are filling the beds for tonight. I’ve never heard of anyone who doesn’t want to come to the hospital when they are 10 days overdue. This is a first.
In the end, I grudgingly agreed to go into the hospital to be induced. It’s not that I was against being induced, it’s just that I wasn’t one of those women posting on Facebook every 5 minutes, “OMG, I just need to have this baby already” when they are only 32 weeks pregnant. I was very happy pregnant. I wasn’t uncomfortable or in any rush. I was the woman who skated in and out of her 40 week appointment without uttering a word about inductions or when the baby would be born.
The urgency in the nurse’s voice freaked me out a bit. I was scared terrified at the mere idea of child birth, let alone the idea that I was about to experience it personally in the next day or so. All the classes we had taken, the books we had read, and friends we had spoken to, couldn’t calm my fears. I’m not exactly good with the unknown. And then I was going to have to actually raise the child…I wasn’t sure I could do it.
Three years later, I look back and smile. What an amazing 3 years it has been.
2009 - Just born and a little unsure of her new surroundings.
2009 - Bath time! Two months old.
2010 - Valentine's Day at 10 months old.
2010 - Fourth of July at 15 months old.
2010- Hitting the beach at 17 months old.
2011 - Just under 2 years old.
January 2011
August 2011 - Ready for water day at school!
February 2012
2012 - Last weekend, being silly at Disney.
What a beauty you have there! Her little precious face made me smile! Happy Birthday sweet girl!
I love your story! How big was she when she was born?
She was 8 pounds 2 ounces – thank goodness I didn’t go much more overdue!
What a sweet story! She is a doll. I love seeing all the pictures of your girls.
Love that little girl!!
Cute story!
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Joy
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I love this post! my daughter was 8 days late and I was happy to have her take her time. Pregnancy was such a joyous time for me and I just couldn’t (still can’t) relate to women who are pining for pregnancy to end!
I found you from For Love of Cupcakes’ link up and somehow made it to this post. So glad I did!
Awww…thanks for your kind words (and for stopping by my blog!). I will admit though, things were a bit different with my second daughter. That pregnancy wasn’t as novel or fun. I still didn’t want her born early, but I was kinda happy when she was born on her due date. 🙂