When morning finally arrived, the snow had stopped falling, and everything appeared to be a frozen masterpiece.

However, a storm was building within me.

I had anticipated a sharp, stabbing pain, but it wasn't.

It was a powerful, rhythmic sound.

The sound of my son's eventual decision to go out into the world.

My contraction struck while I was trying to enjoy a slice of toast while sitting in the room.

I could feel the heat rising from my spine to my toes.

I had a broken water ...