Monday in the early morning, around 4 a.m., I woke up and went to the kitchen – the last time for a long time I would go there in the middle of the night without trepidation. I ate a bowl of cereal and sat on the couch and felt at peace like I knew you’d be along shortly and I was ready and very calm about it. The next morning, I slept late and then stayed in bed even after waking. I shifted positions – no small feat – and my water broke. I calmly cleaned up a bit and then went to tell your daddy who became quite nervous as soon as he realized what I said. Within about 90 minutes, we were in the birthing center and I was getting IV antibiotics. Anita, the midwife, said she felt like it was the work of the “Great Spirit” that my water broke and we would have time to get antibiotics on board. I felt the same – very confident that God was directing everything just as it should be. They didn’t check me in at that time because labor was not really progressing much. So we got a room at Motel 6 across the street and waited there until time to return for another dose of antibiotics.
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