Litte Scare, lots of De ja Vu

I went to bed Wednesday, July 11th like every other night. My mom happened to be in town, so Joel and I had gone a local country bar for about an hour to see Kix Brooks. Came home at 830, put Logan to bed, and went to bed early myself. Well, as with every other night for the last 7 months, I had to get up to potty in the middle of the night. And every night I get up i shuffle my feet across the floor; Ruger likes to sleep in the floor, usually in my path between the bed and bathroom. And just like every other night, I shuffled my feet. Well this time I never felt him, so I decided to take a step. And that first step was on Ruger. Now I have stumbled over him before a little, but for some reason, (probably being mostly asleep and not expecting to find him) I actually fell. I landed on my hands and knees, and actually my face hit the ground too. I think that was the whole being asleep and not realizing what was going on. Joel heard me hit the ground and jumped out of bed immediately to come to my aid (odd since 3 years ago when I was in labor he was still snoring). Ruger just slowly got up and curled back up behind me. Now a really had to potty, so I got up slowly, went to the bathroom and came back to bed; it was around 145 am. Apparently the fall jolted my little gummy bear awake, cause he was doing his morning zumba. I laid in bed for an hour making sure I wasn't going to have any contractions, or any pain. I had a little cramp, and I couldn't go back to sleep unless I knew 100% everything was alright. I was 97% sure nothing was wrong, but that 3% was going to keep me up. So I called L&D; I figured they would say "watch for this" and "do this" and that is all I wanted to hear, was reassurance. I was pretty certain my belly did not hit the ground; if anything it landed on Ruger. Well, instead of verbal reassurance, i was told "Come on in for observation".

What? Its 3 am. So I wake Joel. He gets ready for the drive to Langley. I call my mom, who happened to be in town to visit, to come stay with Logan. Langley calls back and tells me 3 emergencies just walked in, can I go to another hospital. Sure, I will go to the naval hospital. So she calls them to tell them I am on my way, since all my info is the system. 5 minutes later, she calls back NMCP's NICU unit is full. In the off chance that something was wrong and baby was born, they would have to transport him. Um, no, you aren't taking my baby! I was 35 weeks that day- July 12th, Logan's birthday. So we ended up at another hospital..

I left the house upset; it was round 345 when we left, got checked into hospital around 4. I was upset because it was Logan's birthday. I was going to take him to breakfast. I wouldn't be home when my birthday boy woke. I wanted to be with my big boy, but wanted to make sure my baby boy was fine. To make my miserable experience short, let me just say this: nurses and doctors were nice, facilities sucked. I was cranky. I was terribly uncomfortable. After being on the monitors, having and exam, and an ultrasound, and seeing everything was fine, I wanted to go. I had to stay until 8; have to be monitored for 6 hours after fall. It ws 920 when we left. I was hungry. Logan had a doctor appointment at 10. And I was so tired. This was not the way my boy's special day was suppose to go! I had a whole fun day planned!

I know he won't remember the day, and he had fun hanging with Nana, but it matters to me. The entire 4+ hours I was in the hospital, I couldn't help but think of the morning 3 years ago...Checked into hospital at 230 am, in labor; waiting to meet my baby boy. As much as I wanted to meet my new baby boy, this was not the day, and I did not want him this early. But all was fine. I don't know how Logan would have reacted to have a baby brother as a birthday present.

So ever since, I turn on my lamp to walk to the bathroom. Yes, I know I should have been doing it all along. Even if Ruger is on the bed, I turn on my lamp- Trooper also has decided to sleep in the floor