I've seen the TV shows which depict the moment when "it's time" to go to the hospital and I've heard plenty of people's stories about their experiences, but I was still unprepared for Friday night.
All afternoon long and into the evening she was noticing that she was leaking fluid. We asked the doctor about it and they checked to see if her water had broken... she said no... so we went on with our day.
Lindsay and I decided to enjoy what is sure to be one of our last nights married without children and went out to eat... but the liquid kept coming so we were getting more and more concerned. By the time we got home, Lindsay had changed her liner several times.. and we were starting to think-- what if the doctor was wrong earlier. Well, needless to say, we eventually decided to call the doctor and were directed to come in.
The part I wasn't ready for is the uncertainty and the stress. It wasn't like on TV... we had to debate whether this issue was serious enough to call the doctor on a Friday night. I wasn't ready for the feeling that if we're wrong, it's not just our life it's affecting-- we could be hurting the baby. That's some scary stuff. And finally I wasn't ready for the all-encompassing panic that hits you. It's not like we were freaking out, but at that moment you feel completely unprepared and that there's just not enough time.
The good news was everything was okay with Lindsay and the baby. It was just a false alarm and a very good dress rehearsal for when the time comes. Which could be any moment.
Randy
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