On December 12, I was at my family Christmas party. I got home at about 10 pm. At midnight I thought I was starting to leak but I didn't worry about it. When I woke up the next morning I said let's go to the hospital so I can get checked out. Meanwhile my mother-in-law was on a respirator in the same hospital. She was very sick and was not going to make it; the family decided today that they would let her die in peace.
My husband and I got to the hospital at 11:30 am. I just got settled in and the nurse that checked to see if I was leaking walked in and she just opened the package to check when my water broke. I laughed and said I don't think you need to check because it just broke. I was admitted to the hospital at about 1:00 pm.
My mother-in-law was going to get taken off of the respirator at 3:00 pm. I got to go up to see her at 2:00 and spend an hour with her. I thought that was very special. When I told her that I was going to have her grandchild, her eyes opened up very wide for a couple of seconds. She knew that her grandchild was on the way.
When I got back downstairs, they started me on pitocin to get my contractions started. I didn't want an epidural but the contractions got so bad that I got one when I was 5 cm dilated. I was dilated at 6 cm for four hours, and they were going to do a c-section if I did not dilate in the next hour. The doctor came in an hour later, and I was dilated to 8 cm and he was happy that I was making progress. He came back two hours later, and I was still dilated at 8 so he decided to do a c-section and I agreed.
I had a healthy baby boy at 5:43 am. He was 5 pounds, 10 ounces; 19 1/2 inches on December 13, 1999. I named him Patrick Allen. He was small because I was two weeks early. I think his grandma had a lot to do with him coming early because she held onto life for one more day. She passed away on December 14, at 4:15 pm.