Laying in bed, in inversion, praying for just one more day with Alexander safely inside and doing pelvic tilts to get his little feet back through my cervix, I waited... And waited... And waited... As I was falling asleep, I sneezed and everything was drenched. My worst fear had come true. My water had broken. The nurse- a sweet nurse who, afterwards, left the hospital and went into a midwifery training program and practice- checked and, sure enough, it was amniotic fluid.
We were told to expect labor within the hour, but... nothing.
And still... nothing.
The next morning, Dr. B. ordered an ultrasound and, amazingly, Alexander was fully above my cervix. I was still partially dilated, but he was swimming in a bag of water and seemed fine.
One more day had come true. We were fighting a racing clock, but we had that one day, and for that, we were- and remain- extremely grateful.