He was born in the spring, 6 1/2 weeks early. His daddy barely made it to the hospital; his daddy, the married (but not to me) one. I had been on bedrest & off work for over a month. One day before going in to work, I had to have another ultrasound as they were doing these every couple weeks being that they deemed me high risk due to being 38 and my history of quick labors. Anyway, the ultrasound tech said hmmm........ and said just one moment, stepped out of the room came back in, did an internal ultrasound and said just a moment and stepped out again! At somewhere around 28-29 weeks i was definitely nervous. When the technician came back in she said they wanted me to go into the er as it looked like i was in premature labor and was already dilated to almost 4cm. So off i go and get hooked up to things, they play round with different meds until the monitirs show what they called contractions had slowed and then 2 days later i go home to be on bedrest. Not a good on bedrest, can't do anything patient and in fact took myself off complete bedrest at just over 32 weeks & stopped taking the meds then too. My water broke about a week later. My sister had stayed with me until my mom got there; both daughters were there, a fewfriends, my labor coach and good friend & of course the daddy person who made it in time to see our son emerge into the world.
Well, that was the emergence of my third child --- he was promised to me years ago in a prophecy after i had been praying and begging for a son for 10 years.
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