7 years ago today, I was awoken early on a Saturday morning, at about 8 (that's early for me) To the sound of my wife crying "My water broke".
It's funny looking back on it now. Begging friends to watch our 7 year old daughter (but Mom! what about Halloween?!?) Rushing to the hospital in a mad panic. Worrying that the baby would be too early. The disgusted look on the Neonatal's face when there wasn't anything for him to do after all. The argument between the delivering doctor and the Neonatal specialist on just 'how' early our son was ("He's not 6 weeks early!" "Yes, he is!") The thankfulness on both his mother's and my part that there wasn't anything for the specialist to do.
...Mom being bound and determined to get out of that hospital as soon as she could walk again. Tickles me to this day.
This one's for you son (and you too Hon) Happy Birthday.