God's Time Not My Time

So it just goes to prove that babies are suppose to be born when God says it is time, not when we say it is time. My due date was June 16th. I was scheduled on June 9th for a c-section. I made all of my plans for having the baby on that day. There was lots of things I was planning on doing in the last week like for example packing my suitcase for the hospital. Well, I guess God had different ideas. Early on Monday morning, I woke up with some intense pain on my side. It wasn't a contraction, but a sharp stab. After being up for over an hour and Chris researching on the web different things it could be, we finally called the on-call Dr. and she told us to come on in so she could check us out. So we put on some clothes, woke up Braden, and jumped into the car. Chris' mom met us at the hospital to pick up Braden and we told her we were just being checked and that it would probable only take about an hour or so. Needless to say that after they admitted me to the hospital we were kind of getting the idea that it would be a bit longer than an hour. That is when my Dr. came in and said that we needed to go ahead and take her out. He would be ready in an hour. We then asked if we could do it in two hours. He agreed. So Chris made a mad dash home to pack our bags as fast as he could, grab the camera, and rush back to the hospital in rush hour traffic. He walked in and gowned up as they were ready to start. So then at 9:44am our little Kaylee Nicole was here.