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I was in labor.

After my OB’s prediction of labor to come, we spent Friday in a frenzied state of timing contractions, finishing up last minute packing, organizing and making last minute arrangements.

We’d bought everything Baby would need. The carseat was installed. The stroller was standing proudly in our living room, too pretty to fold down and put away. An early morning Saturday appointment that would have taken us two hours away from home and the hospital I was planning on delivering at was rescheduled.

Just in case.

Then nothing happened. My contractions stopped. I tried get my mind off the big nothing that was going on because I still had two weeks until my due date.

Sunday morning, Kaleb and Harry were out on a donut run and I was on the phone with my mom discussing all those wonderful pregnancy and child birth things that you probably don’t know about unless you have already been pregnant and had a child. Things like mucus plugs, the 5-1-1 rule, skin-to-skin, etc.

After a particularly eloquent description of my absolute lack of contractions at the moment and a certain very strange, very annoying, almost-leaking that was my mom laughed.

“I think your water broke.”

No way. I thought broken water equaled gushing. When you hear of someone’s water breaking, you think drama. Frantic, crazy, running around searching for hospital bags and car keys and making hurried phone calls to tell everyone that it was time.

Yeah, not so much. Instead I stood there giggling on the phone. Especially after having spent the last week googling “How will I know when I am in labor?”

“I’m in labor? I’m in labor! Awesome.”

Harry and Kaleb walked in the door a few minutes later with donuts and strawberry milk. While they were pulling out plates, cups and napkins I told Harry about the leaking and the conversation with my mom.

We called the doctor who told us to get to the hospital and check in at triage and then the drama started.

I’d forgotten to finish packing Kaleb’s toy bag. I hadn’t eaten breakfast. I needed to find something to wear because I sure as hell wasn’t going to show up at the hospital in my sweats. We called Harry’s sister to ask her to meet us at the hospital to do the Kaleb hand-off.

Then we were on our way. Quickly, quietly and without much fuss. I sent my mom a text as we got on the freeway.

On way to the hosp. Call you after triage…

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