To me Easter Sunday has always been a very important holiday. My whole family always gets together to celebrate it. We always go to the Ranch, and have lots of activities, and many kinds of delicious food. In the spring of 2010 I was expecting my first baby. It was a great feeling, but it turned out that his due date was on Holy Friday , just two days before Easter Sunday. I had been feeling great during my hole pregnancy, so when I had my 39th week visit to the Doctor, and he asked me if I wanted to induce labor or wait for another week, I didn't hesitate to chose to wait. Why? Because I didn't want to miss Easter.
The day of my due date I woke up, and I discovered some bleeding, I didn't have any pain or discomfort. I called the Doctor's office, and it was closed for the Holiday. The answering service lady said to go to the emergency room if I felt pain, and I didn't, so I continued my day normally. I went to Nuevo Laredo with my Mom, we had lunch with my niece for her birthday. Later after having lunch I started getting contractions, but they were mild, so I decided we should stop to buy the groceries for Sunday, and get the cookies for next week when I gave birth, then when we were at Soriana the contractions started to get stronger, and we had to go back right away to Laredo, TX. As I was waiting in the bridge to cross it, I called my husband, so he would be ready to take me to the Hospital, but I couldn't reach him. I started calling, and calling, now I was rushed, after being relaxed all day.
When I got home I prepared everything to go to the hospital, but since I didn't wanted to miss Easter, I was hoping they would send me back home. As I was leaving to the hospital my Mom wanted to go with me and my husband, and I even said “just go home, I'm sure they'll send me back home right away”, oh I was so sure.