Three weeks before my due date, I went to the hospital and visited my best friend Jenny, who had just given birth. Since she looked exhausted and overwhelmed, I was very relieved that I would have more time to prepare for my own baby to arrive.
When the contractions subsided, I went to bed. A couple of hours later, I was awakened by a huge gush of water between my legs. "My water just broke! I'm not ready to have a baby!" I cried. My husband called a car service to take us to the hospital while I took a shower.
In the car, I suddenly felt a tremendous urge to push the baby out. I remember telling Charles that I wasn't going to make it. He begged the driver to go faster.
At the front entrance of the hospital, my water broke again, this time all over a gentleman who had the misfortune of standing next to me. Needless to say, he wasn't pleased.