Taylor was breech during the entire pregnancy. Her due date was 6/18/07, so we had a c-section scheduled for 6/11/07. We figured since we had a date scheduled and I was not dialating or anything like that we could relax. On June 2, I was 37 almost 38 weeks. I had a babyshower that day. I definately was "nesting" because after the shower, I came home and unpacked EVERYTHING, washed it, and put it away. Mind you, I had a HUGE shower-2 truck loads of stuff!!! Well, I was a medical assistant to my ob, and knew a lot about labor signs, ect... I got home from the shower at 5pm. At about 10pm, I started leaking a little bit of fluid. I thought I was just peeing on myself a little bit, and didn't want to page my boss that late unless I was sure my water was breaking. Well, I kept on having the "leaking" over the next couple of hours. Just a little here and there. I decided to go ahead and go to bed, since I wasn't contracting, and was sure it was pee. (lol) Before going to sleep I prayed, "God, if it's really time please give me a sign if I need to go to labor and delivery." At 1:15 am, I woke up, rolled over to go pee, and the flood gates opened. My water had definately broken! I went to the living room where my husband was sleeping, fluid pouring out of me onto our wood floor, and said, "hey baby, my water broke." By then my pomeranian, chewy, had come up and started lapping up the amniotic fluid off the floor. I couldn't get her to quit. I was freaking out, saying "NO CHEWY! QUIT!"
We ran around like chickens with our heads cut off and grabbed the cell phones, chargers, my purse, some towels and left. We had no bag packed. By then I had started contracting and my husband drove 90mph to the hospital. My doctor wasn't on call. The other doctor in the clinic I worked at was the doc on for that night, and we HATED eachother. The staff at the hospital wouldn't page my doc since she wasn't on call, so I called her cell. She graciously got out of bed and delivered Taylor by c/s at 3:45 am!