I got a call at 6:30 this morning from my darling daughter:
Sam: Hi Mummy. I promise I am calling this early for something important.
Me: Ok, what's up?
Sam: I think my water broke. I called Mickie (her grandmother, my mother), and she said it sounds like it, so I am heading to the hospital.
Me: Um...ok. Who is driving?
Sam: Mark (her fiance's stepfather), because it's still snowing. I was getting ready for work and all of a sudden, there was a puddle of water on the floor. *insert some tears here as she gets worked up* I'm scared.
Me: Ok sweetie, breathe (this is what I always tell her when she gets worked up). Nothing you can do, just get to the hospital. They will check you, and probably put a stress monitor on your belly to see what Jack is doing.
Me: Call me when you find out something. I love you.
I also called her father to give him a "head's up", and spoke to my mother, who promised to keep me updated if she heard anything before I did.
About 2 hours later I got a call from my mom. Apparently my ex sister in law called the hospital (why I don't know...that is another story for another day...we are not close), and found out that it was a "very convincing" false alarm. I don't know much more, other than they are sending her home.
It's been an interesting start to the day for sure. I suspect Sam will be having my grandson before I get home in May. If she is losing fluid, they probably won't let her go much longer.
Sighhhhhhhhh....now to get my heart to stop racing and get back into the normal grind for the day.