Fourth of July Fireworks

Here's the scene: A sunny day in Palmyra, New York about 5 hours from home, 19 days before the baby is due. We're planning on spending the Fourth of July watching fireworks in Niagara Falls. I walk to the bathroom. I immediately walk back out of the bathroom.

"We need to go home," I say to my husband. "My water broke."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure! I didn't just wet my pants!"

We go to the hotel and pick up our stuff and haul tail home. My water broke at 12:30 pm. My contractions start about 1:30 pm. We get to the hospital at 6pm. Dutch comes into the world at 6:35 pm. (This after being told that I would probably be late and have an incredibly long labor. Liars.)

My family likes to say that I have a flare for the dramatic. Apparently it runs in the family.

Please note: The picture was taken shortly after he was born. He's much cuter now with lighter hair and that bruise is fading (he decided to come face up instead of face down so he had a little bump). I'll add more pictures when I can. In the meantime, enjoy this video.