I thought I was going to ace this whole delivery and postpartum thing. Then just about everything fell apart.
The whole way there I told him, "They're going to tell me I peed myself and send me home. Stop freaking out." Although I was starting to feel light contractions in the car, I was still in denial. Once we got there and registered, I could feel the contractions getting stronger. Dallas was helping me change into a hospital gown when the rest of my water broke all over the bathroom. This time I was sure that I wasn't peeing myself. I looked at him and the nurse and finally admitted, "okay...maybe I'm in labor."
I've decided to start this blog back up because I need more in my life. I always have. This is my creative outlet. And now, more than ever, I have stories to tell. They've been burning up inside me for well over a year, and I'm ready to share.