I stumbled out of bed around 6ish to go to the restroom, wondering if the doorway was getting smaller or if I was getting bigger as I sat down.... Whoosh...
Yes... I cursed...
Yes... I yelled out for her father and told him my water broke.
Yes... my labor on #4 had been 1.5 hours and I was sure this one would NOT be as long.
Yes... we were out of the house and FLYING to Parker (about 1/2 an hour away) to get to the hospital.
I made it to the ER, and they practically threw me upstairs to the maternity ward.
I made it to the maternity ward and that was about how long it took.
A few pushes... more cursing... And she was born.
Now, she is two years old, the Christmas baby who just HAD to make herself known.
Happy Birthday Issa-Boo!!