It was 12:30 a.m. on February 15th when I had my first contraction. My husband was planning on going to work the next morning, which meant he was asleep, and planning to wake up at 5:00 that morning. I thought to myself, “Could be Braxton Hicks, could be the real deal, I better try to get some sleep.”
At the time, we slept in complete darkness in our bedroom. I rolled back onto my side of the bed and shut my eyes, trying to relax. Sometime later, I felt another contraction. I pulled up my phone to mark the time and the light from the screen woke him up. It was about 2 a.m. He mumbled something to me about come on, he needed to sleep. I let it go. I knew he was still very much asleep.
And he didn’t know what I knew. I managed to get back to sleep for a little while and woke up with another contraction. It was just after 3 and I was too excited to get back to sleep. I lay in the dark, listening to my husband snore and thinking about what lay ahead of me.
At 5:00 that morning, my husband’s alarm went off. We talked for a little bit and I told him, I didn’t think he should go in to work that morning because I was pretty sure it was going to be our daughter’s birthday. We snuggled up and then we heard a terrible crash outside. Neither of us knew what it was, so he quickly jumped out of bed and into his bathrobe to go outside and check to make sure it wasn’t something to do with our vehicles.
He came back in after a few minutes. He couldn’t see anything unusual on our driveway or our street, so we went back to sleep for a couple of hours. I had a couple more contractions during that time, but managed to not wake up to much around them.
The sun came up about 7. My husband’s parents lived just a couple of streets over from us. His mom texted, asking if everything was ok, because she could see fire trucks and sheriffs’ SUVs at the end of our street. We let her know we were ok, had no idea what was going on outside and that we thought the baby was on the way.