October 9 at approximately 4am I notice that my 4 and half year old son has crawled in with us sometime during the night, I give him a kiss and get up to go to the bathroom. On my way back to bed I feel a small "pop". I think to myself, "could my water have just broken?" There was no large gush of water and I still had three weeks to go, but something told me this was it. (My water never broke on its own with my son, so I didn't have a lot to go on). I went back into the bedroom, looked at my son and thought "his little world is about to drastically change", and walked to my husband's side of the bed. I shook him gently and said, "honey, I think my water might have just broken." He was fully awake quickly at this comment. "Really?!" "But we are supposed to have another three weeks." "I know, I am going to lay back down for a little bit and see what happens." (He told me later that as we were laying there is was sending up silent prayers..."I promise I will get the crib put together, and the room finished, please just give us a little more time, etc.") No extra time would be forth coming. I called my mom in South Carolina, you know the lady that had plane tickets already booked three weeks from now to give her the news. My step-dad answered the phone, "I think my water just broke". He repeated my words out loud, at which point I hear my mom in the background saying "oh no, oh no, oh no". "Oh yes." I showered, packed a bag, got dressed, fed my son breakfast, and got him dressed for pre-school (all with the help of my husband, of course) When we got to pre-school I whispered to his teacher..."I'm in labor, and a friend will be picking him up after school today." Very big eyes from his teacher, a lot of nodding and "good lucks" and off we went to the hospital. I asked my husband to stop at Walgreen's so I could get a few magazines. As I stepped out of the car to go in to Walgreen's, WHOOSH, there was no longer any doubt that my water had in fact broken. Good thing the hospital is right next door to Walgreen's.
At 11:51 am our daughter arrived, all 6 pounds 13 ounces of her. It seems like yesterday, but it was six years ago! Now she is a big kindergartner that has a whole day of school, and she still does things on her own timetable...not what anyone else thinks her timetable should be! She is a constant source of joy for me, her daddy and her now 10 and a half year old brother. I am so grateful to be her mommy. Happy 6th birthday pumpkin pie...I love you with all my heart!