Thank God for the Buyer of My House!

I am sorry, this is too good of a story to pass up. The funniest part is...IT IS TRUE!

Thank God for the Buyer of My House
By Monica
My name is Monica and I live in Los Angeles, Calif. I had planned on giving birth to my second child at home with a midwife. My first child was born in the hospital and I did not like the experience at all.
During my second pregnancy, I decided to move to a bigger house and put my home on the market in my 7th month of pregnancy. The home was on the market for six weeks and sold to a wonderful buyer who happened to be a single doctor moving to LA from New York.
The move-out date was set for six weeks after my due date and I was so excited to have it sold. I went to my midwife's two weeks before my due date and found out that I was 2 centimeters dilated and 80 percent effaced. I was excited but figured I would be late with this baby like my first. (With my first I was three days overdue.)
It just so happened that later that day, the buyer of my house asked to come by and measure some rooms. We talked a little and he asked me how I was feeling. I told him I had been at my midwife's and that I was 2 centimeters dilated but thought I would be late with this baby like the first. He told me that I looked very ready and he did not think I would go another two weeks. When leaving, he asked if he could come back the next day to have one more look at the home before heading back to his home state. I had no problem with that and looked forward to seeing him the next day.
I woke up on Saturday morning and noticed a dull ache in my back and was having some strong Braxton-Hicks contractions. I did not really pay any attention to it and went about my business as usual.
My older child (Ben) had spent the night at my sister's and I decided to take a walk to the market and get coffee. I noticed the dull backache on my walk and noticed the Braxton-Hicks but they were not that bad and I did not think much of them.
I got home at around 10 a.m. and decided to relax in the yard. Brian (the buyer of my home) was due to arrive around 11 a.m. and it gave me some time to relax. I puttered in the yard and, silly me, kept thinking to myself that I was having Braxton-Hicks contractions because I was not due for another two weeks.
My buyer arrived a few minutes early and I was glad to see him. He started to ask me questions and we walked around a little, talking about the house. He noticed that every few minutes I would stop to catch my breath and rub my stomach. Here I am, the one who has had a baby, and he politely asked me if I was having contractions. I laughed and said that I was having a few Braxton-Hicks and my body was getting ready.
We continued to chat and, little did I know, Brian had started timing these so-called Braxton-Hicks contractions. After about 20 minutes, he started to laugh, and said, "Monica, I think you might be in labor, and you are having contractions about every four minutes." I was stunned and a little mad and told him that if I were in true labor I would know it. These were not hurting enough for me to be in labor. (My last pregnancy I had an epidural – which made me sick and numb, and I did not feel anything.) So for me, labor should have been super painful.
He was so sweet and said, "Let's just time these and see what happens." And sure enough, they were coming every four to five minutes. After another half hour of this happening, I did start to notice they were building a little and I needed to breathe though them. He suggested I call my midwife, and I told him I would in a few minutes. I think this was around 12 p.m., and I told him to come out by the pool. I had lemonade and cookies I had bought at the market. He laughed and said, "OK, but if these get worse you are calling your midwife."
We went out by the pool and, sure enough, the contractions continued. Within 20 to 30 minutes I was having a harder time with them. It was right about then, as Brian was insisting I call, that all hell broke loose. As I stood to go get the phone to call my midwife, my water broke. First of all, I was so embarrassed I thought I would die! Second of all, within 20 seconds of my water breaking, I had the absolute worst contraction that took me to my knees, and all I could do was moan and I could not move. This contraction lasted for at least 90 seconds, and Brian was so sweet and looked at me when it was through and said, "You need to call her now."
He went to get the phone for me, but before he could even get back from the kitchen, I was having another one. He dialed the number for me, and I told my midwife my water had broken and I was in labor. She asked me if I was having contractions, and I just said, "Yes, get here now." She lives about 20 minutes from me and said she was on her way.
Brian suggested I get into the house and lie down, and he started to help me in. We got about five feet and – wham – another one. I just sank to my knees and he helped support me and told me to breathe. When the contraction was over we started in again and made it as far as the door when another one hit. These contractions were coming less than two minutes apart and I was in pain!
We made it in and I got to the couch and just wanted to sit for a second. I noticed I was shaking all over and Brian did too. He was even starting to get nervous and asked me how far away the midwife lived. I told him and he said she had better hurry. I, of course, thought I had hours before giving birth (my first labor was nine hours).
The next contraction hit while I was on the couch, and I started this deep moan that I could not help. All of a sudden had this overwhelming urge to bear down and push. (Yes, it's true what they say about this urge.) As soon as I started to push (I could not help it) Brian said, "We better get you into the bedroom." After the contraction, he got me up and we started into the bedroom but only made it halfway when another one hit. This time I just started yelling, "Baby, I feel the baby." Brian (who thank God is an ER doctor) told me to pant, and I tried my hardest to do that.
As soon as it was over, he literally carried me to the bed, and as soon as I was there, I reached down to pull my pants off, and the head of my baby was crowning. Brian grabbed towels from the bathroom, and with the next contraction, the baby started to come. Three pushes later, and my beautiful little girl was born into the hands of my home buyer. Thank God for him!
The midwife arrived just as he placed her on my stomach and helped with the rest of the birth. That was certainly not the day either of us expected, and he will have a funny story to tell all of his friends about his home purchase.