The day before
It is the one-year anniversary of the day everything changed.
Miles’s birthday is tomorrow, because he did not come quickly, but it was one year ago today that a trip to the bathroom ended in gushing and hollering and a cheap Puerto Rico towel drenched in amniotic fluid.
I knew enough about pregnancy and birth to know that there was no turning back. Once a person’s membranes have ruptured, just about every hospital is going to make sure she delivers within 24 hours. I knew as we drove to the hospital that I was going to meet Bisquito, as he was then known, soon.
And, twenty (mostly but not exclusively) excruciating hours later, I did. Bisquito became Miles, and our lives changed forever.
More on that tomorrow.
