Thirty-two years ago today while sitting at a typewriter talking to a new employee I experienced what felt like a balloon bursting inside of me. There was a gush of water in the new chair I was sitting in splashing all over the new guys shoes. Oh my goodness, my water broke. This couldn’t be happening-all over the shoes of someone I didn’t know.  Yes it was indeed happening, a week early.

 I was so embarrassed I rolled the chair back and called my supervisor. I told her what happened and why I couldn’t get up. My cute little white dress was soaked. Shirley went to the back and brought a lab coat for me to wear.

 Getting over the embarrassment I realized I had no pain. I called my doctor. He said if I had no pain by 4 pm to call him. It didn’t take long for the pain to show up.   I never experienced mild pain. It started out intense. One pain started before the  previous pain ended-they crashed into each other. This was my third baby and I never experienced anything like that.

 The wall at the hospital became my best friend that I held on to as I was making my way to my room.  After getting dressed in my designer hospital gown I climbed into bed. A few minutes later my doctor came in and gave me the initial exam to determine the approximate time my little bundle of joy would arrive. We’ll have a baby around four o’clock. It was 2:15.

 The pains were escalating to the point I was hyperventilating. My doctor came into the room at that moment. He put his hand over my mouth to help me gain control of my breathing. Dr. Larry examined me and said “get her across the hall. We’re going to have a baby now.” At 2:30 I was rushed across to the delivery room. At 2:41 pm and a couple pushes later God presented me with a beautiful little girl.

 So today I celebrate the blessing God gave me on this date thirty-two years ago.

Happy birthday baby.