It started off like any other normal day…. I hit snooze 3 times before I rolled out of bed. Bathroom, feed the dog, turn on the coffee machine, let the dog out, greet my 3 year old early riser at the bottom of the stairs…. pretty normal morning.
I proceeded to let the dog in, started to make my lunch for work that day, toast down in the toaster, coffee brewing. And then….
My water broke. Dread filled the pit of my stomach.
The next words out of my mouth were ‘No. It’s too early. It’s way too soon.’ That morning I had just turned 34 weeks pregnant. It was too early for this little girl to be born. I ran up the stairs and knocked on the bathroom door where my husband was trying to get ready for his day as well. Trying to stay calm, I pressed my forehead up to the closed bathroom door, my heart racing and said “Dave, my water broke.”
The mundane morning routine soon turned disorganized and panicked. Our oldest who was turning 5 on this very morning, woke up to let me know that someone’s toast had popped out of the toaster and me responding with “Noah, your baby sister might be born today on your birthday. Mommy has to go to the hospital just to get checked.” Even he knew it was too early as he looked at me inquisitively and said “But mom, she’s not supposed to come until October!”
My mom showed up at our house expecting to carry on with her normal routine of getting Noah on the school bus and watching the girls for the morning..but when she came in she could tell by the look on Dave’s face that something wasn’t right. I quickly told her what was going on, packed a hospital bag as quickly as I could and within 10 minutes we were out the door on our way to the hospital. My lunch sitting on the counter, dry cold toast in the toaster, coffee in my mug that I never even took a sip of……..