The nicest thing about choosing home birth is that you don't get sent home from the hospital after a false alarm. It saves a little on the embarrassment. And my incredibly sweet midwife, Brandy doesn't get into the whole head-patting thing. In fact, she was downright happy that we had put her on notice so she could rest and be available for us.
After 24 hours of contractions, and a day of solid rest, things have leveled out and we are back in waiting mode.
Brandy says that few births are accomplished without some rise and fall in the uterine activity. My mom, who had eight children, says she could never quite tell her own early labor signs. Others I know have had weeks of early labor contractions before active labor set in.
I think it's part of that pain-in-childbirth. The forbidden fruit gave us knowledge of good and evil - not knowledge of everything God understands about His time-outside-of-time.
I so wish I had a baby picture to post this morning. I wish I was holding Button next to my heart right now, ignoring the computer and soaking it all in.
But I don't. And it's really okay, because the false alarm brought my sister down from VA. Piper is in her heaven entertaining "Uncle" Kate. And Pete and I got a Walmart date this morning to go Christmas shopping for Piper without Piper along. And we got a good trial run and practice resting for labor. We know what we need and where we'll need it.
So here we go into full nesting mode. I'm wearing a ballcap, maternity jeans, and earrings today - look out house, we're comin' for ya!
NOTE: Those who left comments yesterday saying you were praying - I haven't had such a restful day in forever. It was AWESOME. Some of you left comments that made me feel SO MUCH BETTER about the not knowing that goes along with this - every time.
Now if anybody feels like praying up some serious labor, we'll get this kid popped, right?
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