7...8...9...ready or not here I come

At least he waited until we were "moved into" our new home. April 11th was the closing date on our new house in Renton so we figured we had at least 5-6 weeks to get our home ready for our new arrival. Obviously Turner had a different plan.
On April 24th I went to work as usual. Throughout the day I was commenting to my co-worker that I felt different, I was having a lot of braxton hicks contractions however I figured them to be par for the course. After work, I went home unpacked a few boxed and went to bed. At around 3:30am I woke up suddenly and sat straigt up in bed. I knew at that moment that my water had broken. With calm prompting from Neal I called the hospital. My reaction was to go back to bed, I figured there was no way I was in labor already, after all I was not ready.... I did not even have a hospital bag packed! My son was throwing me off my schedule already! The on call doctor confirmed over the phone that my water had broken so off to the hospital we went.
When we arrived I was checked in immediately as my water had "ruptured", the nurses exact words. I was told to prepare myself for a long day, my doctor did not think I would deliver anytime soon. Boy did Turner and I fool her. My actual labor started around 11:00am and Turner Richard Schrepfer joined the world at 3:09pm. Present in the delivery room was Grandma Burns, Aunt Terrie, life-long friend and delivery room nurse, Joan, several doctors, several nurses, proud dad Neal (of course) and almost making it on time was Aunt Melissa. Aunt Melissa had left the deliver room to check in on her two girls, after all we figured we had a long day ahead of us and she wanted to get them situated for what was going to be a long night. She arrived in the room at 3:15pm, no joke. We are sorry she was not able to be there for the birth, however we want her to know how much she was appreciated that day. Aunt Terrie and Grandma Burns were wonderful, unexpected coaches! Grandma Burns was proud to cut the umbilical cord.
As they were getting our little man ready to be taken upstairs to the special care nursery, he was named by his father (mom was still groggy). Turner was a name Neal came up with and thankfully one we could finally agree on. Turner Richard Schrepfer was escorted up the the special care nursery by none other than his proud papa. As Neal noted previously, he was there for 8 long days. I was lucky enough to be able to stay with him while he got the care he needed in order to come home. We can not thank the wonderful staff at Evergreen, our incredible family and wonderful friends for all of the love, prayers and support we received especially during that trying first week. Thank You!