But I didn’t! No baby yet! No news! Still a few weeks from my due date, although with my past experience that means very little…
Last weekend we did this.
I’d cleared it with my doctor, who was really only concerned that I hop out of the vehicle every hour or so of the five hour trip to keep the circulation going. And “Oh, I’ll actually be in Kansas City, too, that weekend, so if you need anything…” we joked. How many times did I joke about having a water birth while at Great Wolf Lodge, 5 hours from home, a month before my due date?
Too many, apparently.
The night before we left, baby woke me up at 1am and did not stop moving, rolling, settling, for 24 hours. A few contractions and some traveling stress later, I nearly ruined our family vacation!
In a heap of hormonal tears, I went to my parents’ room our first night there to tell them we should probably go home. I wanted to have the baby in my own hospital with my own doctor (who was home by then), and seriously, I thought this baby was coming! After my mom talked me down from my cliff (apparently the accessibility of quality hospitals is better in Kansas City than on the 5 hour stretches of roads heading home… at midnight ~ who knew?!) I went back to our room to try to get some sleep.
It was then, for the first time in 24 hours, that the baby rested. My body rested. We all rested.
No water birth for me (although I really would LOVE to do that ~ just not at Great Wolf Lodge…).
Lesson learned: You’re never too old to listen to your Mom. Also, don’t joke about having babies on vacation. 😉