I have been thinking about having Sean since Halloween! But one thing I remember, the night nurse on November 1 was Irish. I really liked hearing her talk and my Mom stayed over at the hospital with me that night.
I spent November 1 in and out of coherency and I felt terrible the whole day. My Mom stayed and just told me to scoot over in bed. So I did and me, Sean (who was inside of me), and my Mom were sleeping in hospital bed.
My Mom left while I was sleeping because it was a Friday so she went to work. When I awoke, that nurse with the Irish accent was tending to me again. she told me that the doctors would be around for their rounds at 9:30. I still didn’t feel well!
Two male doctors stood at the doorway, and one of them walked in and asked me how I was. I remember telling him that my back hurt and he pushed on my left side and then my right side and both times hurt!
He pulled the paper that was coming out of the monitor and looked at it and then looked at the doctor in the hallway and told him, “Labor and Delivery. Stat.”
I remember being so surprised because I was not due for another eight weeks and that nurse with the Irish accent told me, “Don’t call your mom.” I remember her saying that to me, but there was no way that I could do that!
Immediately, I became a character in ER and nurses ran in messing with my bed, and one of them started pushing it down the hall with another nurse running ahead of her to push the button to open the door.
I have never really realized how emergent that whole situation was! The nurse told me that they would come around at about 9:30. Sean was born at 9:38 a.m. I didn’t get to meet him till about 6:30 in the evening and that’s when I told him, “Hi, I’m your mom.”:
