On the morning of Sunday, October 17th, 2010, I was happy that my wonderful husband Steve, headed up to church to set up for the early service at church so I could sleep a little more. It was a relaxing morning with Marley at the house before we headed up for the next service. After a great morning at church we enjoyed a nice lunch at our favorite West Salem lunch spot, Great Harvest. Sundays have been pretty busy for us because Steve has been playing for a team in the Courthouse basketball league. We rushed to his game after lunch where I visited with friends while watching him play and discussed how I was started to feel so ready to have this little baby... little did I know.
After the game, we headed home so Steve could get cleaned up and then headed to our small group bible study at 5:30. During our group time, I started having a few contractions (not uncommon for me to have on any given night lately), but also some low dull back pain (which was new). I was uncomfortable, to say the least. It was nearing 7:30 and our time was wrapping up, which was good, because by this time I was so uncomfortable I was now kneeling behind my chair trying to find a comfortable position for my back pain. We were ending in prayer and it was asked if there were any prayer requests. Steve immediately pointed to me (obviously uncomfortable) so I added - yes, lets please have this baby soon and be more comfortable... little did I know.
It was nearing 8pm and we knew we should get something to eat. Although, I wasn't all that hungry, a cup of soup sounded good. So, out we went in search of soup. We first went to Best Little Roadhouse where Steve placed an order to go for him and then headed a few blocks away to Konditorei for soup. They just so happened to just have thrown out all of their soup... I wasn't meant to eat (and that's okay!) We headed back to pick up Steve's food and I waited in the truck. While there my mind was bouncing around thoughts of having the baby and when it would be. I was trying to get my mind off the few contractions I was experiencing (which were very mild and nothing I would think twice about) and continuing back pain. Steve returned after getting his meal and we began to head home. We were just approaching the end of the parking lot to pull out when I had a huge gush of fluid rush out of me. It was 8:35pm.
Now, I'm not one to swear and when I remember the event, my recollection is slightly different then Steve's. I remember saying "OH CRAP, my water just broke". His version - "OH SH**, my water just broke". Either way, we were both surprised and stared at each other. After convincing him I wasn't kidding, we gathered our billions of racing thoughts and started to figure out what we needed to do. I wish I could go back in time and take a picture of the looks on our faces when we had just experienced that.
He immediately started driving to hospital as the gushes continued coming out of me and I called my sister (what's a girl to do? Phone a friend. Or in this case, a sister). She explained we had time to go home first (as contractions hadn't really started) to get our bag and then head down to the hospital. I was convinced that would be fine, but Steve wasn't. He didn't like it and wanted to stay there (now in the parking lot of the Birthing Center), but I convinced him it would be fine... little did I know.
As we pulled into our driveway, we got our game plan for what we needed to grab and get taken care of in a short matter of time and then as if to say "Break", we emerged from the truck. I took about two steps in the driveway and felt a strange warm trickle down my leg. Looking down, I expected to see water, but what I saw changed the entire night dramatically. I had three lines of blood flowing down my leg, I gasped (which alerted Steve) and I froze. He told me to get back in the truck and he ran into the house.
Standing there in my driveway, staring at the blood coming down my leg, I couldn't move. All I could do is begin to pray out loud. What scared me the most was that my contracted stomach had just gone completely soft and all I could think was what were all those gushes? Was it my water breaking or was it all blood? I stood parallized, praying and crying that my baby would be okay.
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