Well here’s my birth story- sorry for the typos

I’ve had a history of pre term labor with my first son who is almost 9 so I had a pretty good understanding of me having preterm issues with this pregnancy I have been in Labor and delivery over 12 times and they’ve had to stop my labor twice, finally putting me on medication to stop my contractions that I can take home last week I made it to 36 weeks. I went to labor and delivery on Sunday with contractions every 3-4 mins apart but was sent home due to the fact that I was already 2 cm and wasn’t progressing to a 3 I went to work that next day on Monday still having contractions all day and went home and just slept thru the night something woke me up out of my sleep and told me to go to the bathroom. I went and checked my underwear they felt soaked I got up from the toilet and a big gushed come down my leg and sure enough my water had broke😯 I yelled over to my husband who jumped out of bed like something out of a movie we got my son up and flew to the hospital after 8 hours my son Was born at 10:46am on 2.26.2019 my aunt called me and asked if I knew that my father also went to the hospital that same day he had a cold and was supposed to go in and get antibiotics I told her That I’ve been trying to contact him all morning and he didn’t answer his cell phone which was unlike him sadly come to find out my father did go into the hospital and passed due to the flu turning into Pneumonia that same day I had my son I was devastated the nurses ran into my room after hearing my screams out into the hall way.. I never in a million years would have thought my father in his mid 50s would go in for a light cold and die a few hours later and the same time I gave birth to my son I am sad and I miss him but I feel like god wanted my son to come a month early on that day to help me cope with the pain. He is truly a gift from god RIP daddy

My father