Just after going to bed on Monday night, July 6th, as I tried to flop as gracefully as possible from one side to the other, I had a very painful cramp and felt something "pop". I had a feeling it was my water breaking, and sure enough, that's what it was! Ready or not, this bean was going to be born in a matter of hours - one week early. Of course Adrian was at the Peter Murphy show at Highline Ballroom. I bet he was glad he had the cell phone (that I made him carry) on him, or he may have missed everything, since it happened much faster than we could have imagined. I grabbed the bag that we'd (already) packed and called a car to take me to the hospital. Adrian would meet me there. My contractions were coming hard and fast, and by the time I was admitted at the hospital, I was already 4 cm dilated. Epidural? Yes, please! After an hour of preparation (who knew it would take that long to actually have it administered - "note to self" for any other soon-to-be-mothers), the numbing juice was beginning to work, and I finally felt some much needed relief. Time to have a little nap, I thought, but it was not to be. The baby's heart rate dropped quite a bit, so the doctor went in to insert an internal heart rate monitor, and informed me at that point that I was already 9 cm!!! Time to call my OB! It was 5: 15 a.m. when he showed up. I started pushing at about 5:30, and the bean was born just before 7:00 a.m. Our "Lucky 7" baby - born the 7th day of the 7th month at 7:00 a.m. and weighing in at 7 lbs. 3 oz.
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