Oh you mean, Valentine's Day? Oh yes of course. I DO like Valentine's Day, as the norm would see me get primped and primed up for a romantic dinner with hubby and exchange sappy and mushy greeting cards with a dozen roses and chocolates. Ah the days....
Well why do I call it pre labour day you ask? I tell you , this is now one important date I'll consider just as important as Sam's birthdate. Three years ago on exactly this day, a very very pregnant and happy ME, was sitting in my favorite Ottawa spa, 3 weeks away from my due date having a pedicure done. It was the usual primping and priming for a very special dinner with Wayne at our favorite Japanese restaurant. The esthetician performing my service had been talking away to me, asking several questions about the pregnancy and what names we've picked out, etc. She also had told me a couple of stories where she'd done some pedicures on pregnant women and have actually unintentionally put them into labour! Some women can be quite sensitive to massages on certain pressure points, even if the technician is being very careful. I thought...oh great...but wasn't TOO concerned about it, as we kept gabbing away at one another. WONDERFUL pedicure by the way and I went on my way home. WONDERFUL dinner by the way, then we went home. Wayne's alarm clock woke us both up at 6:30, with me just laying there with my eyes half opened while he closes his door to the bathroom. Then...SNAP...! I swear I heard a snap. Then a gush of water comes out...the first thing I think of believe it or not was "roll to the right, don't sit up, you don't want to ruin the new Egyptian 300 thread count bedding mom gave us for Christmas". Wayne came back out to get something and I'm panicking..."Oh my water just broke!!" (I'm trembling as I type this... haha) Wayne's like...NO WAY! He scrambles for the phone to call work and I'm thinking of the shower...why oh why did I get into the shower, as I felt the contractions 5 minutes later! I called the hospital, they said come in and we got in the car. I timed contractions 4 minutes apart and we still had 10 minutes to arrive at the hospital. All was well, a quick hello and register at the front desk while I breathed in and out hard...wondering if this was a mix of anxiety attack...haha ..they wheeled me to a room, I got undressed, almost right away had an epidural and Sam was born at 9:40am.
So this is why Valentines' Day is WAY more special to me than it's ever been. Now I have to run, as I have a little Sammy turning 3 tomorrow and I'm busy busy busy!
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