Friday, February 19
8:00pm Text from Brigitte: Pretty sure I just lost my mucus plug and I thought my water broke but maybe just leaking. Also having increased back pain. Doesn’t mean I’m going into labor tonight.
Me: Go take a bath and pack your bags.
Brigitte: We put the car seat in the car today, but his coming home outfit doesn’t arrive until Monday.
Me: I’ll go buy him another outfit tomorrow.
9:00pm Brigitte: Just getting into the tub.
9:45pm Call from Brigitte: My contractions are not consistent at all. I had two 13 minutes apart and then nothing. ‘Oh wait…..I’m having one right now.’ Anyway, it’s nothing, I’m going to go to bed.
Me: Brigitte, do not take an Ambien tonight.
Brigitte: But I just really want to sleep tonight.
Me: You don’t want to be on Ambien and having contractions all night.
Brigitte: I get up like 7 times a night to pee so I’ll be fine.
Me: Do not take Ambien!
Me: You’re going to take an Ambien, aren’t you?
Brigitte: I don’t know.
Me: Call me if you go into labor and need me to come over.
Brigitte: Oh yeah that’s a good idea, do you care?
Me: Of course not.
Saturday, February 20
1:15 a.m. my phone rings (I know immediately what is happening)
Brigitte: Can you come over
Me: (in a total daze) Oh, are you going to the library? (I knew this was wrong, but I couldn’t think of the right word
Brigitte: Yes I have some books to return…haha (we have a good laugh, Brigitte’s joking and feeling OK)
Brigitte: My contractions are 8 minutes apart
Me: (OK so I should hurry, but not an emergency at this point in my mind)
1:35am Arrive at Brigitte’s, I walk in the door.
Tyler: She took an Ambien and she’s kind of out of it.
Brigitte: OK let’s go, wait I have to Pee. (goes to the bathroom)
Brigitte: OK let’s go, wait I have to sit down, ahhh, ok I can walk now. Bye, maybe this is a false alarm and I’ll see you in a little bit. (total denial)
1:44am They’ve been gone for 3 or 4 minutes. My phone rings.
Me: What? I can’t understand you
Me: You’re going to have to talk louder, I can't hear a thing you’re saying
Brigitte: I forgot something, unlock the door we’re coming back
1:48am Tyler races in, unlocks the garage, grabs Brigitte’s purse and runs back out
I get into bed, wide awake now I start scrolling through Facebook. (Not a lot of people post things in the middle of the night FYI.)
2:24am Text from Tyler (I think he’s going to say, we’re here, they’re hooking her up to everything.) Instead it’s one word: ‘Delivered’
Tyler gets home at 5am and goes to bed.
Tagg in the morning: Sheri, my baby is very hungry.
Me: What does your baby want to eat?
Tagg: Ummm, Frootloops!!
Holland: Now I’m going to be the biggest big sister. He’ll be here for both of my birthdays; when I turn 5 and when I turn 5 ½.
Tagg: Yeah and I’m going to be a big brother too.