11:14 am. I answer my husband's phone call with "my water just broke". I am just as shocked he is, because about one second earlier I was convinced that I was definitely NOT in labor. He says "ok well I'm on my way then". I tell him it was definitely my water and that I have felt the same pop feeling followed by a movie-style gush as I had with my first labor. When my water broke with Finn we were still about nine hours away from meeting him, though. I tell him not to rush but to definitely head home.
11:15 am. I spend the next ten minutes calling my doula, my mom, my midwife, and work, in that order. My doula says I sound like I'm still in early labor and that I should eat something and try to take a nap. My mom doesn't believe me when I tell her my water broke, thinking I'm still just joking that she should start her trip early. My midwife's receptionist says she can tell by my voice that I should not head into the hospital yet and that she'll have someone call me soon. I call my husband back and tell him I'm going to take a nap. He's on his way, about forty minutes away. I call work to tell them that I'm not coming in (for the next twelve weeks!).
11:26 am. I text one of my friends:
One might wonder why I am sitting in bed texting and calling and etc while I am clearly in labor, but I just don't know what to DO with myself! I am getting more and more flustered by the minute being alone (save for the two year old) and not knowing if I should alarm everyone or not. After my water broke my contractions seemed to pause for a little bit. I change my clothes and run around and throw a few more items into the hospital bag that I had actually only started to pack the night before. I follow my doula's instructions and grab an energy bar that I never get around to eating. Then I sit down in bed next to Finn, who has never before sat so patiently with the iPad in his life, and wait for something to happen.
11:35 am. Oh yeah, don't I have a contraction timer on my phone?
11:39 am. Wait! Must take final "most pregnant" pictures!
11:45 am. Okay, something is happening. Break in contractions over, game is ON. I'm leaning on the edge of the bed huffing and puffing through contractions that are all of a sudden coming much faster and much harder. Finn says "what are we doing mommy?". I tell him we are taking deep breaths and he huffs and puffs along with me. His nanny arrives and I tell her I'm in labor. She is awesome and gets Finn occupied downstairs. Shit has gotten real, real fast. I have gone from deep breathing to hip swaying and moaning in just a few contractions.
11:49 am. I call my husband again. He gets a much different wife than he had twenty minutes ago. I tell him he needs to be home NOW. He says I thought you were taking a nap! I say, does it sound like I am taking a nap? It doesn't. He steps on it.
11:50 am. Doula gets same "I am no longer taking a nap" phone call. She also steps on it.
11:51 am. Midwife's receptionist says I should go to the hospital. Oh, you think?
12:00 pm. Husband arrives. As does his mom. In the confusion, he has forgotten that it's a nanny day and has asked her to come over to watch Finn. She starts asking me questions about getting a new car seat and I snap at her that I do not wish to discuss car seats at the moment. She has had five children and knows by the tone of my voice that I am in transition. We rush around grabbing bags and looking for the memory card for the nice camera, which we never did find.
12:05 pm. I take this picture with Finn and give him a huge hug and kiss. I tell him I'll see him soon and he is going to meet his baby brother today! I tear up a little bit. As has been the case all day, I can't believe this is really happening.
12:10 pm. We get in the car.
To be continued...
(SPOILER ALERT... there will be a baby in 44 minutes!)