Tomorrow is my son's , my oldest child's, birthday. He will be 42 and has grown into a wonderful man of whom I am very proud. But more about him tomorrow. Today I have been remembering the night before he was born.
My husband and I had gone our for a delicious Mexican dinner, and I was feeling fine until about midnight when I started to have stomach cramps. I seemed to develop all of the classic symptoms of a mild case of food poisoning. Sometimes I'm slow to figure things out but eventually I get there. After about three hours of discomfort I began to wonder if I might be having labor pains. You would think that the fact that it was 10 days beyond my due date might have given me a clue. I finally decided to call my doctor who told me that, since I wasn't having regular contractions yet (note, I never did have regular contractions) there was probably no rush, but since it was my first I could come to the hospital any time. I woke my husband, we got ready, grabbed our prepacked bags - mine with clothes, his with stuff to occupy our time - and headed off to the hospital. We got there about 5am, were wisked into a little room where a nurse checked me over and then left us alone.
My husband, since we had both read lots of books about the subject, assumed that we would have several hours to wait, brought out the travel chess set and started to set up the game. Just then the nurse came back, said we were heading for the delivery room -no long wait after all - and off we went. Our baby boy was born at about 6am.
The moral of this story is that if you want a fast easy birth experience, eat Mexican food the night before. More about my baby boy tomorrow.
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