Being the headstrong, determined child that he has proven to be, he decided he'd waited long enough to enter this world. So, at 9pm, as I went to roll over in bed, my water broke. My husband popped me and my bag into the car and drove to the Emergency drop off, where he confused the heck out of the parking attendant by insisting we were going to "nativity." Finally I realized what he was saying and leaned over and informed the attendant that I was in labor and that we needed to go to maternity triage, at which point he got us parked in the correct emergency area and got my a wheelchair.
Once Mark had wheeled me into the triage area, I explained to the nurse on duty there that my water had broken and that I was in labor. As I was sitting there with -- literally -- a puddle under the chair, the nurse turned and phoned a doctor to say "There's a lady here who claims her water has broken." Claims? Claims???? Hello! I'm soaking wet. Believe me, it has broken!
Once they got me into an exam room everything moved quickly. They found I was four centimeters dilated and within an hour I was in the delivery room for the C-section. Devon was born at 11:31 p.m. on May 9, 2005. He was 21 1/2 inches long and weighed 8 lbs 6 oz. And thus began the fabulous journey of parenthood. Nothing can prepare you for the challenges of being a parent. Likewise, however, nothing can prepare you for the utter joy of being a parent. Having Devon was the best and most rewarding thing I have ever done, the thing I am most proud of in my life.