Andrew chose to enter this world, like Matthew, on a significant calendar day. Friday, September 13. That morning, after my water broke and contractions grew. As I leaned into Sallie, I waddled, around the block in our neighbourhood. While squatting, like an oversized ballerina, working through the pain, I looked down to find a four-leaf clover! I promptly snipped it as a souvenir. This magical moment was magnified when squatting through another contraction I found another four-leaf clover! Hopeful energy was ignited as I crossed my fingers this would be a foreshadowing of a natural vaginal birth after a cesarian (VBAC).
We arrived at the hospital just before noon, meeting Sallie. I was measured and told that the baby was rather high, and it might take a bit to dilate 9-10 centimetres. Escorted to a hospital room and introduced to the lovely nursing staff, I listened to Sallie soothe my fears. She helped direct Mark who was feeling helpless as I transitioned into ‘mad’ moments of pain. In what seemed like a flash the pain increased 10-fold. It became extreme very quickly. Sallie immediately identified that Andrew was arriving fast and furious. Sure enough, the doctor walked into the room in his street clothes to catch Andrew at 13:13 naturally! I was released later that day. I was riding high with the mystical experience! Over the years, the number 13 and four-leaf clovers both hold tremendous importance for our family.