Psst. Wake up. I can’t stop going to the bathroom…
Those ten words changed my life forever. In the middle of the night of the 21st of August, 1979, my (then) wife woke me to tell me those words. I immediately knew she was not incontinent- but that her water had broken. And, in a flash, I grabbed her bag (the one that had been packed for a few days- since the due date was 9 September), told her to dress, put on a pair of pants and a shirt and drove to Martha Jefferson Hospital.
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