It was the day before my due date and I was pretty sure that I was not going to have my daughter then. I let my husband go out of town to visit his cousin in some little two-bit town three counties away.
I went to bed feeling uncomfortable but not worried. About 2am I woke up having to go to the bathroom. Once I stood up I felt a slight pop and suddenly I was all wet. My water broke. I went to the bathroom and when I wiped I noticed a slight green tinge to the liquid so I called my doctor she said to go ahead and getto the hospital even though I wasn’t having any contractions yet.
So I got the neighbor to sit with my kids and I climbed in the car and drove myself to the hospital. No contractions on the way there (luckily) but the second I pulled into the parking lot I felt the worst pain I had ever felt (even though I already had 2 kids before). It was like magic.
I made it into the emergency room but for the grace of God. I waited for the volunteer to come wth the wheelchair to take me to labor and delivery. With every contraction (which were 2 minutes apart from the beginning) I gushed all over my pants, shoes, and the ER floor. Ewww and OWW!!!
I finally make it up to labor and delivery and the had my room ready. My doctor was already there and I was in sooo much pain. I get the little gown on and struggle to get up on the bed (why do they make those things so high up? They get a kick out of watching us scratch and claw our way onto it or what?). No time for IV, pain medcation, and (thankfully) a catheter. The baby was crowning. One push and a full-on scream and she was out, all 9 lbs, 13 oz. of her. The most beautiful baby I had seen… since my last one anyway.
She set a record for that year the biggest baby born and the quickest delivery:17 minutes from entry into the ER until the cord being cut.
Do you have a crazy delivery story? Please share it. I would love to hear about it.
To the dude who thinks it was funny to post that, and anyone else with the same idea, I will report you.
My husband finally made it the next day, he would’ve been there tht night but that little two-bit town I mentioned closes their gas stations at 9pm. He was low on gas and couldn’t make it to the hospital until the next morning.
He spent the next 2 weeks buying fowers and giving me massages to make up for the fact that he wasn’t there.
He was so cute. lol



