The broken zipper

 Everything in my life is a plan. I plan, make lists and check lists before doing anything. In every week of pregnancy, all I was doing was planning to get things after a specific time, so the following things can line in place. I made a birth plan, did all classes and prepared myself for absolutely anything in delivery. At 39 weeks and 5 days of pregnancy my doctor suggested to get induced due to my advanced maternal age. The baby was doing excellent, so there was no reason to stall. The delivery would still be normal just a little push of oxytocin in the system to get things going. Me and my husband agreed, partly because we had everything under control, and also because we were eager to meet our baby. The day before the induction, while changing to go to hospital, the zipper of my sports bra broke. That was the last bra that would fit me comfortably anymore and the first thought I had in mind was "This is the worst thing that could happen". I wasn't prepared for such a mishap. I super glued it throughout the night hoping to get it fixed. In the morning, it was back to perfect and we went to the hospital. After induction, doctors had to break my water and I had seriously painful contractions that lasted 6 hours after which my doctors ask me to push. I was given epidural because I still had a long way to go even though I was fully dilated. I pushed for additional 6 hours and then doctors realized that it wasn't working and I have to undergo a C-section. Everything in my plan so far was about a normal delivery, so the C-section threw us off a little bit, but we had no other choice at that point.

My husband was the pillar of strength throughout this journey and he made sure I was never left alone starting from contractions, all the way to the delivery. Needless to say I was sore and very fragile for next couple of weeks due to this major surgery but we had our healthy baby boy in our arms in the end. While coming back after getting discharged, I was sitting in the back seat with the baby and my husband was driving the car. He realized that the shorter route to our house was under construction and we would now have to take the longer route and he wanted us to get home safely sooner. On the stop light he looked at me from the rear view mirror and said "This is the worst thing that could happen". I looked at our boy, then I looked at him and said "I am sure we will be fine."