I was so glad it happened that way. Having a scheduled birth for what will be your only birth experience was a little disconcerting for me. Not only did it take the fun out of it, but I got to worry about what the surgery would be like. We were taken completely off guard by going into labor. A drive in the middle of the night across town to the hospital was really very exciting, something I'm really grateful we got to experience.
Every time I called my mother over the last few weeks of the pregnancy she would say, “What?! Are you OK?!” I called her before we went to the hospital. I told her, “When I call you at noon, don’t worry about it. When I call you at 1:30 in the morning, then you can think something is up.”
I will spare you the details of the actual birth experience, but it was really pretty uneventful. A beautiful baby girl was born. People came by the hospital and visited. There were prayers and laughter and coos. All was right with the world.
But the best part was later that afternoon after she was born. My husband went home and brought our now 5-year-old son to the hospital. We introduced him to his new little sister, his answered prayer. He said, “Thank you for having a baby, Mommy. Without her, I would be so lonely.” Snuggling with our two kids, 10 years worth of dreams and prayers, I would have to agree.