Yesterday-- St. Patrick's Day-- and I was supposed to spend the afternoon with my girl baking a green cake as promised. Instead, I was thrown into an episode of fairly strong, quite painful false-labor contractions. We are only 18 days away from the due date now, and it was pretty scary how fast and strong everything came on. Tyler came home to help, and Violet was frightened and hid behind a towel in the bathroom. We were able to explain to her that everything was ok, that growing a baby is just a really hard thing to do, and sometimes it hurts a lot-- but that it's supposed to be that way-- and she came out and hugged my belly and looked me in the eyes. Her big brown eyes, so warm and sweet and loving-- just like her dad's. She's such a strong and understanding little person; we all managed to relax, eventually (a few episodes of Strawberry Shortcake helped quite a bit too :)
Anyway-- The contractions were irregular, and I was able to ease them by lying down, drinking a ton of water, and then finally falling asleep.
When I woke up, there were all of these wonderful pictures taped up around the bed that Tyler and Violet had made for me; Pictures of flowers, and donuts, and leprechauns along with sweet messages. Violet's most special giraffe (G-Raff)-- the same G-Raff who got her through India-- was nested under my chin. Everything was warm and calm again.
It was a hard day, but in a lot of ways, the memory of it all will definitely be with me when the "real" time comes. The love in our little house is intensely powerful and supportive, and sometimes it's good to be reminded of that. So maybe it was worth it?
Well, at least it got Tyler and me to finally pack a hospital bag :)
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