Ok, I'm back to tell the gory details. Blame swamsive and skip the rest of this post if you don't want to hear them.
I had everything planned out - I worked all the way up until Friday, with tinysticky scheduled as a c section for the Tuesday given the fun times we had getting ministicky extracted the first time around. This was around a week before the due date, and mini was almost two weeks late, so I thought we were pretty safe. We had a fun weekend for Mini, a bit of a last hurrah for him as an only child, and then Monday he went to preschool so DH and I could have a nice leisurely day, have a nice lunch, run some final errands. I hadn't even packed a hospital bag yet - assumed I'd just do it that night. So we dropped off mini, and I went to cross the first item off my list - which was a prenatal massage someone had given me a gift cert for and this was the first - and last - opportunity for me to use it. It was heavenly - my back and gotten quite sore over the weekend. Finished the massage, the MT left the room and I was getting dressed, and then it was all over. My water broke.
I managed to call DH to come pick me up, the hospital who told me to come in, pay for the massage, and run out of there before the little trickle turned into a deluge. We drove straight to the hospital and to delivery suite. I didn't have any contractions at this point, so they were going to wait until it was 6hrs from breakfast before taking me in for the c section. Told DH he had plenty of time so he went home to pack a bag for the baby and me - all I had on was my amniotic pants.
Of course, as soon as he left, I started getting contractions. Not exactly mild. I was thinking maybe I should time them, so was trying to download an app in between them. Meanwhile the Ob saunters in to see if they should take the scheduled patient first or me. No one really bothered checking me, I told her I don't think I'd make it another 1.5hrs, but she didn't seem impressed. I hadn't managed to download the app yet so couldn't tell her how far apart contractions were but I knew they were getting pretty close and very strong. She decided to stick with the original plan and take the scheduled c section first. With ministicky, I had full labor resulting in him getting stuck and distressed - meaning no pain meds - followed by an emergency c, and the plan was to try to avoid that this time. I texted DH that he get back and convince someone that I'm not faking it. He got there and tried to flag some people who said that he anasthesiologist was in the Or so no one to give me anything, and since I was in an exam room and not a delivery room there wasn't even any gas. So deja vous...full labor, no meds. I was not planning on that at all and am still a bit pissed that it took so long. Surely there were other anesthesiologists in the hospital it was afternoon, not middle of the night.
They finally finished up with the other woman and were cleaning up the Or and finally came toncheck on me - at this point there was no break in contractions, and a midwife finally thought perhaps it was worth checking. I was 7cm, and they were like, oh - guess we better move on this. So - got rolled in, finally got a spinal, and then they took out my insides- I was gonna ask DH to take a pic cause I kinda wanted to see what my insides look like, but he ended up feeling faint.
then they took out the twig, who screamed right away and got a 10/10 score.
and then i had to hang around disemboweled for a couple of hours cause there was some extra bleeding. But they brought over the Twig, who was happy to just hang and check things out, and then my innards were returned hopefully in the correct order, and we all got rolled out to recovery.
The Twig is super sweet and pretty chill. He managed to avoid the massive cone head and headache his bro had from being stuck so long. Mini was excited about the whole thing, but reality is starting to set in and he's working hard to compete for attention. I'm trying to figure out how to give him attention but also not over compensate.
So now we're four.