Friday November 7th started like every other day. The alarm clock went off at 5:45am and got up and went into work. It was the last day of work until Monday December 22nd. We had just moved into a new house the week before and the place needed a lot of work to get everything organized.

That evening we were invited to a friend’s home for dinner and after cancelling or not being able to take them up on their last invitations we made a point to be there. Little did I know but Eve (my daughter) had started the process of being born.

As we sat and enjoyed dinner and the company of friends I didn’t realize that she would get quiet for a second or two and then our hosts asked, “Are you having contractions?” Susanne quickly said, “Yes they started at 6pm”.

We left dinner and got home around 10pm that evening. I decided to go to bed and Susanne stayed up to watch some TV. At 11pm she came into the bedroom, waking me up said, “My contractions are 4 minutes a part”. In my hazy state I asked if we needed to go to the hospital, and I was quickly told no. I rolled over and told her I was going back to sleep.

I tell that bit of information knowing how it looks and yes, I was a complete ASS. I don’t think… No, I didn’t know what all that meant and 30 minutes later when Susanne busted into the bedroom, said “WAKE UP!” my water just broke we are going to the hospital it really clicked.
We arrived at the hospital just before midnight…