Asher Reid, December 8
I was working as a special education teacher and each day
from Thanksgiving vacation on, I would pack up at the end of the day, and
think, "I might not come back tomorrow."
I left things in perfect order every day for my substitute. I had extra clothes in my school bag, and as
per my Mom, a nurse, I had a blue lap pad in my car for any leaking and water
breaking that might occur. I was ready. Every day I came to work, I heard
choruses of, "You still here? Haven't
you had that baby yet? That baby looks ready to fall out!!" I was over it.
I had an appointment with the OB on the 7th, and
she said nothing was happening. I was
having lower back pain, but nothing out of the ordinary. After dinner, it was getting stronger, and
really achy. We called the doctor, and
she said that it would be best to go to the hospital because sometimes back labor
is hard to notice. I waddle into the
hospital, get all hooked up in triage, and to our disappointment, the nurse
sends us home. Nothing happening, I am
not in labor. Go home. I was fuming. It was late, I was tired and
uncomfortable, and I had to go to work the next day.
I walked into school and straight into a friend's
classroom and told her what had happened.
Then I said, "You get the word out, Do. Not. Ask. Me. About. The. Baby.
Today. I've had it!" I got my schedule
together, the busses arrived, and I headed into Mrs. C's 2nd grade
classroom to clean out A.'s desk, a daily, but arduous task. She was a student who had trichotillomania, a disorder where she pulls
her hair out. She also hoarded things,
hence the desk cleaning. I squatted
down to get to work, and felt a warm gush.
My pants were soaked. I was so
confused, and thought, "Did I pee my pants? That would be just frickin' great!
Oh! Wait!! I think my water broke! OH MY GOD!!! THE BABY IS COMING!!" I slowly stand up, tell Mrs. C, I need to
talk to her, and walk into the hallway.
She takes one look at me and hugs me, and sends me to the nurse's
office. I dripped the whole way there.
With every step, more fluid leaked out.
After a phone call to the OB, my husband, and coaxing from the
prinicipal, I was convinced that it was time.