The day started out as any day usually does. The sun rose in the east (Just as it always does) The Wife, me and kiddos got up and got ready for the day. I dropped off the older 3 kids at schools and continued to work. What is my job? That's not important. Let's just say I have a license to kill. (Well, kill little creepy crawlies)
The Wife, had a busy day planned. She had to watch a house full of screaming children. That's what she does, day in and day out. Screaming children. It's ruff, but someone has to take on that job. She had find time for an extra doctor appointment this week. The one just the other day didn't show any progress in her development and the doctor was heading out of town on Sunday. He wanted to try to speed things along so she would be sure to deliver before he had to leave.
My day was stacked full of appointments. More than the usual. I was a little more than half way done, about 2:00, when I get a call from The Wife.
She tells me, "While the doctor was performing the procedure he nicked something and there was a rush of water but I should have a few hours before any serious labor pains will start."
"Did your water break?" I asked.
"I don't think so, they gave me some pads to absorb the water and told me that I would be leaking for a little while and told me I could pick up the kids from school and take them home."
"Oh," I sighed some relief. Ok, so he made a small hole and the water is slowly leaking out? That idea sound ok with me and we ended our call.
**2:30**
I get a text message, "It's starting to get intense" I called The Wife back.
"How far apart are your contractions?"
A long pause, "Between 3 and 5 minutes." (She is still driving)
"I think you should go to the hospital now."
"I don't have my bag and the kids are still at the school."
"Where are you?"
"I'm almost to the school."
My mind was reeling trying to figure out what to do. "I think you should just get the kids and go straight to the hospital."
"I can't. I need my bag and I can't take the kids with me to the hospital."
"Ok, well you can drop the kids off at my parents house, it's just down the street from the hospital."
"But my bag, and the sitter. I can't leave the sitter there."
"Just call the sitter and tell her what's going on, I am sure she would be willing to stay. And I will get your bag latter and bring it to you."
"No, I think I can make it. The contractions are about 7 minutes apart now."
Seeing that I married super woman and there was no chance of changing her mind, I got off the phone and made arrangements to leave my day early. The drive home was about an hour. I figured if I could make it home at the same time she did or right after we could take that nice 40 minute drive to the hospital and be ok.
Once The Wife got home she realized just how bad things were. She got her bag and asked the sitter to stay until all the screaming children were gone. (It's her day job, remember?) Then she got back in the car and started to drive to the 40 minutes back to the hospital.
About 20 minutes left in my trip home, I got a call from The Wife and we met on the road then I drove us right to the hospital. By the time we got there it was 5:00. Two hours since the water had been accidentally broken. The contractions so close together it's hard to say they were even separate contractions. I pulled up to the front doors and helped The Wife get to registration. (We had to skip a lot of the repetitive questions) the admitted her and raced to get everything ready for a baby. The anesthesiologist was there lickety-split and putting in an epidural while the nurse continued asking the never ending list of questions.
The doctor made an appearance and was reminded that our last labor was only three hours and that this one was going to be really fast. He excused himself to make a phone call.
**6:30**
The Wife was beginning to feel pressure, a sure sign that the baby was growing impatient and wanted to come out, NOW!
The doctor who left to make a phone call was, missing. He was still a mile away?
The doctor walked and wanted to change his clothes but he was out of time. He emptied his pockets and put on his birthing outfit over his existing clothing.
**6:41**
After just a few hard pushes the baby was crowning.
**6:42**
Even before S was out she was already crying letting us all know she was there.
And then there were 7 of us.
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