When you know one of the most unpleasant activities is about to happen to you, admit it, you prefer it happen the most common and best way possible, right? That’s how I sure was thinking, knowing something like that was soon to happen to me.
What was it, you ask: MY WATER BREAKING !
Being pregnant, I was award of what was to take place that showed the baby has prepping to pop out. I assumed I would be like most others, and be at the hospital when my water would broke. I learned quickly my assumption was wrong. I also couldn’t help but give credit for this unexpected happening to what took place the night before. (1*)
Here’s a bit from my book, God and Your Pillow, that better explains what took place.
6:30 a.m. that next day
Oh, this uncomfortable baby. Why, oh why does it have to feel like this? Come on, baby. Relax and let me sleep.
I know I feel uncomfortable in bed now all the time, but… but what’s this weird feeling? This isn’t normal, is it? No. NO!
Just then, yep, MY WATER BROKE! EEK! Twenty-million thoughts began.
Water breaking. Great. Now what? Where’s Mom? I have to call Kelly. Where’s my stuff I packed? This is gross. Ick. When do I start breathing weird? I’M ABOUT TO BECOME A MOM! I need to find Mom. Wait, I’d better clean a bit of this up first.
When done, I calmly and quietly walked downstairs. Why calm? Because as I began walking down, I heard my dad in the kitchen eating his routine bowl of cereal with fruit. I just wasn’t ready to face Dad and say “Good morning, Dad. That cereal looks good. By the way, my water broke.”
No, I wasn’t ready for his response that early in the morning. Fortunately I knew he’d be going to work very soon. I tried my best at hiding the increasing amount of pain I was feeling.
God had been showing me month in and month out before this date had arrived that He was by my side all along. Because of that, I knew that He chose the perfect time and place for this unforgettable day to occur.
I also discovered that morning on March 9th, 1987, that God also wanted me to know what a great actress I was.
To be continued.