So My Husband Is Finally Home. (Yes, that was said intentionally with Caps...it just seems to call for it)
Suddenly I realize how much tension I had lying under the surface. Somehow when he walks into the room, I am able to relax every muscle that I didn't even know I was tensing up. I am content and happy. *happy little sigh*
Of course, the timing of this was almost messed up. The night before he flew in, I was in the hospital hoping and praying that I was not really going to be induced. Our baby's heart beat was really slow and for about 2 1/2 hours, the midwives kept coming in the room...."you know we may have to induce you tonight..." I was sweating bullets there for a bit, but she was okay and they finally let me go. As soon as they let me sit straight up instead of laying in that funny, half-on my side half-on my back position, she perked right up. Thank goodness.
Then with all the excitement of racing to the airport and nervously waiting....I started having contractions. THAT was funny in retrospect. The airport screeners and security guards kept coming over and asking if I was okay. I started getting contractions every 3-5 min. *heavy sigh* Matt got off the plane and i just said, "We need to go." I had 3 big contractions that actually stopped me in my tracks for a few breaths before we got out of the airport (very small place...) We had to go back to the house to get stuff and when I sat down in my own house with my husband and son at my side....(I was so happy to just have him there).....the contractions seemed less important and then just faded away.
I'm still having some pretty good ones, but nothing regular. So I will have a little more time to focus my energy on Matt and Connor. And I also realize that I dont' care if she is late or not. I am content just to have my family for now. Of course, this will change the closer I get to Thanksgiving and having Matt start looking at leaving again. but for now. I am good with anything. i am happy.