On July 4, 2006 I was at home by myself while my husband was working on a landscaping job with my dad. At 8:15 my water broke while I was on the phone with Ben. It was completely unexpected since I wasn't due until the middle of August. My family rushed me to the hospital to meet Ben. Once I was there, they discovered that I wasn't actually in labor yet. My water had broke because I had too much amniotic fulid. They started me on an iv to start my contractions and told me whenever I wanted an epideral to let them know. They knew our situation and wanted to make us as comfortable as possible. I only had to push once and Kyle was born at 4:42 am and weighed 3 lbs 4 ounces and was 14 1/2 inches long. He was alive. My one small prayer had been answered, my son was alive and in my arms. He was so little and beautiful and looked just like his Daddy. He only lived for 23 minutes but he lived. I got to keep him in my room for the entire day and even took a nap with him. Towards the afternoon we knew we had to say goodbye. Leaving the hospital without Kyle was extremely hard. I was leaving without the baby I had come with while three or four other pregnant women were being wheeled in to have their babies.