So, I’ll leave it at this …
Of course as a first-time mama, my heart longed for those special moments with friends and family near the end of my pregnancy … baby showers, last date nights with my hubs before baby, gatherings where loved ones would get to see my growing bump and feel the baby kick, a last little getaway with my husband (just the two of us), even getting to go in-stores to shop for last minute baby must-haves, getting to have my husband with me at our last few doctor’s appointments, having those last ultrasounds, etc.
But most of all, I really struggled with the fact that my mama and my sister (or any family for that matter) wouldn’t be able to come to the hospital on the day we delivered baby boy.
As many of you know, we are a super tight knit family, and I never would have imagined that my family wouldn’t even be allowed inside the hospital during the birth of our baby boy.
About an hour after leaving my doctor’s appointment on Tuesday, I started feeling contractions that felt much stronger and way more crampy than the Braxton Hicks that I had been feeling for the couple months prior.