I'm not a freaker

I am not really a panicky kind of person. Emotional, yes. But when it comes to stressful situations, I don't really panic. At least not in the moment.

Except that one time 11 years ago.

You see, I was pregnant with my first baby. I was a few days away from my birthdate and life was good. I woke up that morning with some cramping. I just figured it was false labor and went on with life.

I worked an 8 hour day interpreting. Hubs and I went to the hopsital to get a pager, just in case I went into labor and he wasn't around. That way I could get hold of him. I taught 2 ASL classes to first grade students. And I even went to a baby shower. All the while these contractions were getting worse and worse.

My sister tried to convince me I was in labor. I wasn't buying it, because my mom was always 2 or more weeks later, all my sisters had been late...hello! I was going to be late. So this was not real labor. Oh, no...not me.

Well, the pain was gettng too much for me and so I decided it was time to go home. Hubs was at a Scout training at the church so I was planning on just hitting the sack early.  

When I got to the top of those three flights of stairs, something exploded and started to leak. Down my legs. "What the....oh no! Oh no!!" I started to cry. I wasn't crying because I had just wet myself with what felt like a never ending 5 gallon jug of water. I wasn't upset because the contraction were now going to come at a more intense, more painful rate.

Nope, I was freaking out because this being that had been keeping me up at night and kicking my insides was really going to come out. There was no doubt about it. The water had broken. And once that stops...it doesn't stop. Literally. Ever.

I freaked out a little more when I dicovered that Hubs' pager was still on the kitchen counter...he hadn't taken it with him because, Hello! I was going to be late. I tried calling everyone with no luck.

Finally, as I was getting ready to go to the hospital in walks Hubs. "What's the matter?" he asked.

"We are having this baby. Right now. We need to go to the hospital now." I managed to say.
"Whatever. You are just kidding. You are not having the baby. Hello, you are going to be late."
"Umm...well...apparently not."
"I don't believe you."
"No? You don't? Well, just take a look at these pants!" I held them up. "What do you suppose that is?"
"Oh. Okay. Well let's go already."

I am not sure what was more tramatizing: that breaking of the water or the fact that Hubs didn't believe me.