TRIFEXTRA: A Moment In Time

This post is in response to Trifecta's Trifextra Weekend Challenge. They changed up the rules this weekend and here's what they asked of us. This weekend we are asking for a bit of your memoirs.  We want a real account of a period in your life that can be clearly identified by (wait for it) the number three. I recently wrote out our birth story for our son on my blog. This experience was a part of that, but I went into more detail of this particular late night visit to the hospital. 

A Moment In Time

I waited all my life for those three trimesters. Every week further in brought less nausea, more flutters, and increased strength from the inside out. Thirty-three weeks landed us in our third late night visit to the hospital. Stopping the persistent contractions was the goal.  

As I lay in that hospital bed with my husband telling me corny jokes to keep me from losing it, the nurse came in with a shot. My heart raced three times the speed once I caught sight of that needle. The medicine contained in that little vial was nicknamed the ‘jitter serum’. If the first one didn’t calm those contractions down, then a second one was given. If that didn’t scare your uterus quiet, then a third dose was given. If that one didn’t work, well, we had never got to that point before. They always stopped by the third one. 

One...let the twitches begin. Two....let the incessant “what if’s” flow. Three...let the prayers pour from my very soul.

The doctor came in a short time after and stood in front of us.

“So, you wanna have a baby?”

I turned to Chris who met my panicked gaze and grabbed my hand. It took us both about three seconds to say,

“No. Not if we can help it.”

And with that, the doctor told us he would give the medicine thirty more minutes to take effect. Chris and I flipped on the TV for distraction and watched Tom Cruise jump up and down on Oprah’s couch like an idiot. Three minutes of my life I would never get back. Then, just before the thirty minute mark was coming due, everything stopped. Everything settled. Everything was calm. Everything remained intact. 
 
Fast forward to three times three weeks later, three days of labor, three hours of pushing, and three minutes to decide it was time to try another route. After some cutting, pressing, pulling, and waiting; our boy made his grand entrance, crying all the way.