On Friday, August 7th, I woke up at 1:30am to Carolyn yelling. She was in pain – a lot of pain. She was crying and saying that she was hurting really badly, so I asked the obvious question at 1:30am, “Do you want to go to the hospital?”
We quickly threw together a bag of clothes for her and the kids in case they decided to deliver the baby, then we woke up the girls and Papaw and flew out the door before 2am.
It all reminded me of July 2013 when she was cooking dinner and we were watching the Soprano’s and she started complaining about pain; we rushed to the hospital that day and Logan was delivered 5 weeks early shortly after arriving at the hospital. She had been ready to get out into the world!
Going across the causeway was easy, hardly any cars heading into Singapore. Leaving Singapore was a different story – traffic was bumper to bumper leaving Singapore at 2:15am for some reason. We made it from our home to the hospital within about 45-50 minutes.
At the hospital we went straight to the maternity ward. They wouldn’t allow anyone but the husband into the ward, so Papaw and the girls stayed outside in the waiting room. The nurses hooked some sensors up to Carolyn and said she was indeed having contractions. They contacted our doctor who told them to administer steroids to mature the baby’s lungs in case he was delivered, and then they administered another drug to try and stop the contractions. When 5am rolled around we found out that Carolyn was going to be admitted at least for the day because they had to give a follow-up dose of the drugs after a 12 hour wait. Since Carolyn was tired and about to fall asleep by that point I decided to take the girls and Papaw somewhere so we could all get some rest.
We tried several hotels but every single one was full. It turns out that all those “SG 50” signs we saw on the Thursday from the previous week (July 30th) when we were in Singapore for Logan’s second birthday were meant for this weekend (August 7-9). Singapore was celebrating its 50th anniversary of becoming an independent nation, which would be officially marked on Sunday, August 9th. That’s why all the hotels were packed and that’s why all the traffic was flooding out of Singapore – it was a 4-day public holiday declared by the government and some people wanted to be in Singapore for the festivities and some wanted to leave and visit places in Malaysia for the long weekend.
We decided to just head back home to JB, so we went quickly back to the hospital and I gave Carol her bag of clothes and an iPad and told her to give me a call whenever they were about ready to discharge her and we’d come back to get her, or if they had to deliver the baby then to call me immediately.
From the time we left the hospital just past 5:30am until we cleared customs in Malaysia it took more than 4 hours. I have never sat in traffic that long to cross the border. I’ve had a few 3 hour waits, but this was nearly 4.5 hours. The amount of cars with Singapore plates flooding into Malaysia was absurd, and what made it even more incredible was that the sun wasn’t even up for the first half of our marathon crossing.
When we got home we went to breakfast, then came home and all slept for a while. When we woke up I called Carol and she said that her doctor had been by a couple of times to check on her and the contractions had been stopped but the doctor said the baby would be fine to deliver 7 weeks early but she wanted him to mature inside Carolyn for longer if possible so they were going to continue doing what they had been doing and monitor her through the weekend.
Carolyn ended up staying at the hospital from about 3am on Friday morning (August 7) through Sunday afternoon (August 9). The rest of us ended up staying in JB all day Friday, having dinner at our favorite Indian restaurant and then going to an amusement park where Papaw rode on several rides with the girls. On Saturday we ate breakfast out and then went over to Singapore and visited with Carolyn. I was able to find a hotel room for Saturday night since I was able to search on the internet instead of going door-to-door like I tried early on Friday morning.
We all visited with Carol for a while, during which time Papaw went to Paragon and picked up some chili crab buns for everyone from Din Tai Fung. The girls both missed their mommy a ton since they hadn’t seen her for 24 hours, so they were dancing around and climbing up into her hospital bed to hug on her. Zoe kept looking around the room and asking, “Where is Sebastian?”
We finally headed to our hotel and checked in. We took a short walk in search of a place to top-up my Auto Pass but we weren’t successful, so we ended up going back to the room and having dinner and then watching a show about SG 50. The next morning (Sunday) we woke up early and all took a long walk along the river, eventually making our way to a 7-11 at Clarke Quay that topped up my Auto Pass and where we bought a couple of cold drinks. We took a taxi back to our hotel and the driver said nobody was taking taxis all weekend long because the government made public transport free for the holiday weekend. We ate breakfast at our hotel and then went to the hospital and picked up Carolyn. Sebastian decided he could wait a little longer before making his entrance into the world…
Here are some photos from that weekend: