9:30 pm, six years ago to the day. Lying on my bed, hollering for my husband at the top of my lungs. Totally unconcerned about my three kids (1, 3, and 5), sleeping in neighbouring bedrooms. Concerned only about the fourth kid who's suddenly - and so forcefully - trying to push her way out of my body. Thinking, "if he doesn't get here soon, I am going to have to birth this child myself. Like those strong farm women used to do, out in the rice fields..."
Exact thought. Am I going to have to do this myself? Because suddenly I knew that my baby girl was coming, and she was coming fast. And I couldn't get off the bed.
But my husband did come, bless him. He'd been out in the car, securing the new infant carseat... because he knew we were headed to the hospital that night. I was in labor after all; we knew the drill. I'd called the labor & delivery ward to tell them we'd soon be there. I'd called the babysitter and the doula. Everything was in motion. I was just waiting till things were further along before we headed into the hospital.
But our sweet baby girl jumped the gun and at least two stages of labor and suddenly was just READY.to.be.born. My husband called 911, and the woman - after taking our name and address and dispatching an ambulance was on its way - started walking him through how to deliver a baby.Read More