Well, that didn’t happen. April 1, 1989, my water leaked, not broke, while having contractions. Headed to the hospital and after waiting a few hours, I was induced. Then my Dr. had to leave as his brother just passed away. So, the OBGYN on call, who I think was at the end of his shift, declared, “This baby is not going to be delivered vaginally, looks like we will have to do a cesarian.” That afternoon, post April Fools, Matt was born around 4:00. He arrived screaming like a siren. The poor little guy had the cord wrapped around his neck and was in extreme distress. We ended up having to stay in the hospital for a week, as Matt was showing some signs of possible struggles. We took him home and I nursed him constantly, but much to our panic he wasn’t gaining enough weight. Five weeks later my thyroid was tested, and it turned out that my thyroid meds needed to be adjusted as my milk was not rich enough. It was suggested I keep nursing but, at that point, I was tired hence we started formula bottle feeding.