Six years ago on November 21st, I went into labor on Cate’s 2nd birthday. I called my doctor to see if I should go to the hospital.
“Are the contractions regular?” she asked.
“No, but they’re fairly strong,” I replied.
She told me that if the contractions started coming every five minutes—or if they got to be more than I could handle—I should go in. Neither happened. I labored off and on all day but that was that.
The next day I went in for my regularly scheduled OB appointment. “Let’s see what’s going on here,” the doctor said as she prepared to do an internal. Seconds later, she blanched visibly. “My word, Margaret. You’re dilated to seven inches and your bag of waters is bulging. Go straight to the hospital and if your water breaks on the way, call an ambulance.”
It was in this peaceful fashion that Felicity came into the world. At the time I regretted that I didn’t just go into the hospital the day before and have my water broken. That way, my two little girls would share a birthday. Now, though, I’m happy that things worked out the way they did. They each get to have their own special day and we get to have…
…a lot of cake.
He got one, incidentally, and his gift to the girls will be deer sticks, which they love.
Okay, they have.
All for the greater glory of God,