I was going to save this post for tomorrow, but looking at my track record for posting when I say I’m going to, I decided to do it today. The kids are napping, well at least 2 of them are. And it’s my free time to do what I want. So here it goes!
February 25th 2008 we welcomed Isabelle into our lives. She was 7lbs 10 oz and 21.5 inches if I remember correctly. My due date was February 23rd. While I obviously didn’t have her this day, this was the day that things went into motion for her arrival. I believe sometime around lunch time I started leaking fluid. Isabelle’s head was so far down she was acting like a plug. I started having mild contractions on during the afternoon. They were getting worse by the night time, but they were so all over the place in their timing that I didn’t think about it. I knew that if I went to the hospital they would probably just send me home. Ian went to work on the 24th, they were short guards I beileve so it seemed like a good idea to get some overtime before the baby came. By that afternoon I was so miserable that I was upstairs in the fetal position. I called Ian and told him to come home. It took him a while but he managed to come home. We decided that perhaps I should try to have some dinner since I hadn’t really eaten that day. I spent most of my day either in bed or in the tub trying to soothe the pain.
Ian made a nice simple dinner of scrambled eggs. I couldn’t eat. I finally said to Ian that maybe it was a good idea to call the hosptial and see if they could check me out. Oddly enough not because I was having contractions but because I couldn’t remember the last time I went pee. I would feel like I had to go, but if I tried a contraction would happen or nothing at all would happen. So the hospital said they were just about to have shift change so not to show up for 20 minutes if I could make it that long. I said sure. I think about 10 minutes later I decided I could not wait 20 minutes.
Over to the hosptial we went. Luckily my Dr. was there. She asked if I was alright, I said no. Couldn’t remember when I went to the bathroom last and also that I had been having contractions for the last two days. So they were going to do an NST and check to see what was going on. As I got up on to the table some more fluid managed to get out, so they checked and yes my water had broken for the most part. Like I said, Miss Isabelle was acting like a plug.
Sparring you all the fun parts, I went to the hospital at 7:30pm on the 24th. I was 6.5cm dialated and they all thought she would be born that night. Wrong-o! I got to be miserable all night long, very long and tiring labour until she was born at 7:31am on the 25th. Welcome Isabelle Mae Diplock. She was perfect and we were in love instantly.
Now my little red headed bundle is turing 3 years old and we love her just as much and even more. She is a bright, happy, loving, caring, head strong, intelligent little fire cracker. We are blessed to have her in our lives. Here’s to you my beautiful little Isabelle. Happy Birthday, we love you very much!