Triage

On Tuesday afternoon I started having some contractions at work. I asked a coworker who has 3 of her own if she ever had Braxton Hicks because I never did with Emma or Josh. I assumed that's what was happening but by dinner time I was having a contraction every five minutes or so. By 7pm, I had tried laying down, drinking plenty of water, and elevating my feet. At 8pm I decided to call my doc and get his take on things. He prompted me to head to the hospital, assuring me that it was probably no big deal but rather be safe then sorry.

Eric and I arrived at the hospital around 9, got checked in and taken up to triage in a wheelchair (completely unnecessary but I guess it's hospital policy). They monitored the baby for 2 hours and ran a few tests to make sure I wasn't in early labor. All the tests came back great and the nurse said the baby looked great too. Thank goodness!

The trip was not a bust in the end though because Eric and I got some really great laughs listening to the other couples around us. Being on number 3, we are professionals at labor and delivery (obviously in our minds) and it was amusing to hear the reactions of first time parents while in triage. Hopefully karma will not come back to bite us in the butt and I can only hope someone 5 years ago found us comical when we were having Emma. :o)