with Pastor Marti and Jessica McGrail

Last week, Wednesday, Feb 10, 2010 at 1130pm my water broke. At first I wasn’t sure. No, it’s not like the movies where a bunch of water gushes down your legs. LoL. It was only a couple cups. So, what did I do? I sat on the toilet thinking maybe I need to pee. I called my cousin, Lissa in San Diego and told her. She told me to go to the hospital. Did I do it? No, I called the doctor and he wasn’t sure if my water had broken either. He asked me to check if I was leaking, but I wasn’t, so he told me to see him in the morning. I was tired and went back to bed. Then, my friend, Angela, called me and told me my water broke and to go to the hospital. I told her I was feeling OK. Then, I started leaking more water. I finally got up and called a taxi. BUT, we were in the middle of a blizzard. The roads are snowed over and it would take at least two hours for a taxi to get me. So, I called 911. As I was describing what had happened, the 911 operator told me to go downstairs because the taxi service had already called 911 for me. As I opened the front door, there were five cop cars outside my condo. When they started heading into my place, the first thing I said was, “My water just broke. Why five cop cars? I need an ambulance!� LoL. Eventually the paramedics and first aid squad arrived. I told them I had to go to Riverview Hospital, but they said this was an emergency and I had to go the nearest hospital. My doctor didn’t have privileges at the hospital I was at, so I wanted to transfer. Neither the paramedics nor hospitals would transport me. So, what did I do? I prayed, signed the papers to release me from that hospital and I took the chance of delivering my baby in a taxi. Boy, that was scary! The freakin’ seatbelts didn’t even work!