two years ago today...

I woke up and threw up. First time in a while that had happened. (And after 5 constant months of it, I didn't miss it at all!!) I told Josh after I puked that we needed to get the baby's room done that day, because I had a feeling we were going to have a baby sooner than we thought. All we had left was curtains and blinds and straightening up, but it needed it! Little did I know, 2 hours after making that statement, I would go into labor! Tried stopping it with water and laying on my left side, didn't work. Tried a bath. Didn't work. They were long contractions and regular, but they sure didn't hurt like I thought they would. Instead, it felt like a body sized rubber band squeezing the air out of me. I knew they were real though! Called the dumb doctor on call and he wanted to prescribe me a pill, but on a Sunday in Saratoga, there was nowhere to get it filled. So off to the hospital we went. We got there and got checked in and I was given the pill to stop labor. Didn't work. They gave me the worst shot I've EVER had (OH MAN, I can still feel the stinging in my arm!) and that didn't work either. So I labored all night. Counting the minutes until MY doctor came on call. :) For the rest of the story, you can read it here.

And yes, I still think about those babies in the NICU and ICC. Every day.