The third day of school, one of my students asked me what would happen if my water broke during class, and I tried to reassure here that wouldn't happen, and that there would be plenty of time. That night my sister came over, we had some fabulous Greek food, and I went to bed. Woke up the next morning (day 5 of the school year) feeling a little odd, so I mentioned to T.J. that he may want to stay near the phone today. Went to school, feeling pretty good, a little off, perhaps a bit of indigestion, took attendance, all was well. Then I realized that my indigestion was somewhat regular. So just for giggles, I started to time my (later identified as) contractions. No biggie, 5 minutes apart, but only lasting for about 30 seconds. But being somewhat risk averse, I decided to go home, mentioning to my guidance supervisor that if nothing happened I'd be back that afternoon. While driving home, I had my first identifiable contraction, so I called T.J. at work, told him to come on home, and hopped in the tub. While relaxing, I called the doctor, and mentioned my contractions were 2ish minutes apart, but only lasting 30 seconds. They said I should probably come in, so when T.J. came home I told him what to... whoa, was that my water breaking? This was new. So my nonchalant let's get to the hospital when we can became "let's get to the hospital now". I left work around 10:20, got home about 11:00, my water broke at 11:22 and I checked into the hospital at 12:04.
And Liam was born at 1:15. But I was pushing by 12:30. Without drugs (not planned), but that's what happens when you go from 4cm (when checking in) to 10cm (15 minutes later). Whoops. Just for posterity, I do want to add that on his way out he did something to my back which lead me to be in more pain that night than my accidental unmedicated labor, but 9 months later, all is (almost) well and clearly he is 115% worth it.
So introducing, very very belatedly William Andrew Flynn.
