The television was blaring in the living room as the sounds of my husband's video game war echoed through the house. My oldest daughter was peacefully asleep in her room, and I was lying in bed enjoying HGTV. That's when the pain began. It was a sharp, tightening pain in my lower stomach; coming and going in waves. I soon realized that I was experiencing contractions, two days before my scheduled cesarean, and two weeks before my actual due date. I kept telling myself these must be false contractions.
As I lay there trying to ignore the pain, my heart raced faster and faster with each contraction. Still in the living room, and quite oblivious to what I was going through in our bedroom, my husband continued his game-system battle, the rounds of gun shots ringing out from the television. He was in his own little world and I didn't want to disturb him. Every now and then he would yell into the room asking if I'm ok, and each time I would answer, "Of course baby". Of course." .
As time passed, the contractions begin to ease a little. This is a huge relief as I really didn't want to go to the hospital that evening. Just when I am beginning to relax again, it happens, the pain is back. Oh no, I can't believe this is happening, right now, at eleven thirty at night. With each passing moment I am growing more and more anxious, and my heartbeat is now blocking the gun shots from my husband's game. .
I begin talking to myself, "maybe I should start timing how close these contractions are! "Okay, here it comes, it seems like it lasts forever but it soon stops. I start the stopwatch on my phone, one minute, two minutes, three minutes pass and the next contraction begins. I do this many times over the next thirty minutes, with each contraction starting a little sooner than the last. I decide that maybe my husband should know that I am in labor. I yell to him in the other room, "Hey babe, I think I'm in labor.