It all began with a little stick that turned blue. Our lives changed forever on that day. We were pregnant and it was not by Invetro. Ronnie and I were very surprised but non the less we were excited. Everything was going fine. I had my first doctors appointment in January and found out I was actually three weeks further along than I thought. I went through the rest of my first trimester in one day. That was pretty cool. Then the fourteenth week of pregnancy was a horrific week. I started bleeding and passing huge blood clots. I didn't know what was happening, I thought I was miscarrying our baby. We went to the ER and then to my doctor's office. I had a chronic abruption of my placenta. There was a pocket of blood that was pushing the placenta away for my uterine wall. There's really nothing to do for this except go on bed rest. So, that's what I did. But for the next 14 weeks I still bled on and off. Two weeks before I delivered I noticed that I was leaking amniotic fluid.We kept a watch on it but on May 24th (Thursday)I started bleeding again and this time it was with contractions. Ronnie and I went to Labor and Deliver at UAMS where they admitted me for observation. My contractions eventually stopped the next day but with the thought of the amniotic fluid leaking they kept me another night. But by Saturday, the contractions had started again and they were getting stronger by the minute. The doctors and nurses kept giving me pain meds and fluids, hoping the contractions would stop but that was not on the agenda. After a round of pain meds that knocked me out, I woke up to a very, VERY hard contraction. Now, I had gone to sleep and there had been people in my room and Ronnie was there with me. When I woke up there was NO ONE. Was I still asleep? Was I dreaming? I decided to call Ronnie's cell phone. When he answered, he told me that he was trying to make it back with his food before I woke up so that I would be alone. Too late......though, it was the thought that counted. Here comes the "Jones" excitement time. My contractions were coming every 5 minutes, and they were so hard it was hurting down my legs. The baby was breech and I had dilated to 5 to they wanted to go ahead and do a C-section. While they were prepping me, I told them that I was feeling a lot of pressure and then WHAMMO by water broke. it was like something out of the movies, they unlocked the bed and started wheeling me down the hall. Now this wasn't some la-di-da type of wheeling, there was some major running and screaming from me saying "She's Coming!" and the nurses saying "Don't Push!". To me screaming back " I'm not, but she's coming anyway!" We busted through the surgery room doors, there were people swarming all around my head and me......puff, puff, puffing away, trying not to push, all the while thinking ....I'M GOING TO GET HER OUT ONE OR ANOTHER. Finally, the chief resident told the nurses at the foot of my bed to move and then she told me to start pushing. I had the baby out in two pushes. I was bound and determined. I was not dragging this out any longer than I had to; because remember, I had no pain meds. They were going to do a C-Section and didn't want any pain meds interfering with the anesthesiologist's medicine. Now, Lauren Grace is here, bruises and trauma and all. Go see her in Week One.