So today is Mikey's Golden Birthday. He is 8. Last night, I told him the whole story of the events leading up to his birth. I thought I would share them on here since it was a pretty funny experience.

On the day of his birth, I woke up at the morning and my mucus plug broke. If you don't know what that is, then go to Webmd.com. Anyways, I decided to spend the day with Tom (Mikey's Dad) and his mom. We went to the dentist for Tom at Unity Hospital. His mother than asks me what hospital I was delivering at. I told her Mercy. We then went out to lunch and I went back to Tom's. As I was leaving, I told him "You know, if you think about it, call me later". I didn't know what was going on since the DR told me that the plug can break up to 2 weeks before delivery and Mikey was 1 day late by now.

I then left Tom's house and went home. I talked to my dad and suggested that maybe we get my hospital bag ready. We did so and then went to Target and Rainbow and then he took me to Dairy Queen. It was nummy. I came home and was hungry so I made a cheeseorito. I got on my PJ's and crawled into bed.

Next thing you know, I feel a huge stomach cramp coming on. So I went to go to the bathroom and stood up in my room and I hear a pop, just like a balloon popping no kidding. I knew what had happened so I JUMPED from my bed all the way through my bedroom door which was about 8+ feet away from my bed. My water had broke and I didn't want it to break on the new carpet we had just put in my room.

I then stood in my doorway screaming. My sister had her boyfriend over and she came running out of my bedroom. I just stand there, legs spread letting the water fall out. My sisters boyfriend runs out of the house and my parents come out to find my water broke. My sister grabs me a towel and I begin to call the hospital. No shit, I called and they asked me if I was SURE that my water had broke. I told the lady, and I quote "All I know is I am standing here with a towel in between my legs and it is soaked." They tell me to head up.

So while I change clothes, my sister is putting a garbage bag on the seat of my car so I won't get amniotic fluid everywhere. She also makes a phone call to Tom's cell to let him know i am in labor (Because of course, he didn't call me like I asked). Luckily she called him because he was just walking into a friend's house to get drunk.  All I can think about as we drive to the hospital is once I walk in those doors, people are going to think I pee'd my pants.

I get checked in and they put me in triage to make sure I am in active labor. Well that's when I contractions start. I refused to breathe through them and the nurse was getting pissed. After about an hour in triage they moved me to a room. All I wanted was pain medication and they refused to give it to me because they said I wasn't dilated enough. I think they refused because I was 17 and having a baby and they wanted to teach me a lesson.. They said I couldn't have it until 4cm and I was at 3.5cm. They suggested I go into the shower. I did, but it wasn't fun sitting naked and prego in a shower while your mom and sister hold the shower head over your back to try and ease contractions.

After that I still wasn't dilated enough but they brought in the pain DR anyways. I loved him. He was the best. By this time a few hours had past and Tom still wasn't there.

Finally, Tom shows up with his younger brother Mikey. They proceed to tell me that they went to the wrong hospital. They went to Unity. And then he tells me that his parents and other brother are down stairs in the ER parking lot with the motor home sleeping.

Anyways, I had an issue with the pain medication. I would all of a sudden start shaking uncontrollably. It was hilarious to others and it would be so random. I know everyone in the room got a kick out it.

As time grew near for delivery, I had Tom on my left holding my leg and eating my ice chips, I have my sister on my right holding my leg and pressing buttons on the machine for the nurse and then there is me. I couldn't feel a thing. I didn't even know when I was having contractions.

Finally around 5:35 AM on 4/8/00, they told me it was time to start pushing. I was dilated at 9.5cm and they wanted me to push to dilate myself the rest of the way. I pushed for a while and then said he was coming. So they told me to pushing like I was taking a crap. I remember screaming out that I didn't want to poop on the table. Then he came out. It wasn't painful or anything for me. I love pain drugs.

Then Tom cut the umbilical cord and it was done. He then gave me a kiss on the forehead and told me "Good Job". I then told him later he should have smacked me on the ass and told me good game.

His family then emerged from the motor home to great Michael. He was born at 6:35 AM on 4/8/00.

Happy Birthday buddy!