We were, of course, living in Fort Wayne at the time and I was definitely trying to put on a brave, I can totally have this baby away from my family, face. Everything with Sophia was different. It was the first time I had been able to carry a pregnancy past the first trimester after Connor and after finding out that I had Factor V Leiden and Methylenetetrahydrofolate reductase (MTHFR). I had given myself shots every day since about six weeks along, and had seen my doctor at least once a month the whole time. I was nervous, because of the blood thinning shots I took during pregnancy, I was going to have to be induced for the first time and had heard horror stories of induction and how terrible it makes everything. But, I trusted my doctor completely and felt sure that between he and Ben, I had the support I needed.
A week or so before I was scheduled to be induced, my perinatologist went on "emergency family medical leave." Side note: I'm still not sure exactly what this means. So here I was, a week out from having a baby, my beloved doctor gone for the next six plus weeks, and I wanted what any thirty year old girl wants...her mom. I met the doctor who was going to fill in for him and we scheduled my induction for a Saturday morning. I put on my brave face and repeatedly told my mom that I was going to be fine. That I could do this. That I was a grown up. And, that I didn't need her to come to Fort Wayne.
Like the good mother she is, my mom didn't believe a word of this nonsense. Still, you can imagine my surprise (since I had been quite adamant that I could do this without her) when she and my sister, Michelle walked into the hospital room as I was lying there waiting for Sophia to decide that being born might just be worth the trouble of it all. My surprise was compounded by the fact that I had talked to my mom, on her HOME phone number, a bunch the night before and even that same morning. It turns out if you are fancy, like Michelle, you can forward your home phone to ring to a cell phone and get that call no matter where you are. Tricky, huh?
I think it took me a good twenty minutes for my brain to register that my mom was indeed standing in the hospital room. I was just that surprised. And I was so happy. Suddenly it felt like everything was going to be okay. Most of all I was just so relieved that now, no matter how long this deliver took, Connor had someone to look after him and I didn't have to worry about putting someone out. You're allowed to put your parents out by making them watch your kids because they kind of like your kids.
It turns out that moms know stuff about junk, because Sophia's delivery was terrible and then we were told that she may have dwarfism (for those of you who have seen Sophia...ever...feel free to chuckle here, I do...frequently). All of these things were made easier by the fact that my mom and sister were there. My mom knew that I would need her and she came.
It's what moms do.
Tears!!! So glad we came!!
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