Can't Stop Tomorrow

The number seven has always been my lucky number. I always picked it as my jersey number when it was available, and it was my favorite professional soccer players number as well. Even when my mom worked for the school district driving buses she drove the number seven bus, which was also mine. Today is the seventh of January, 2012. I woke up at 5:30 am. to two missed calls by some local number. Voicemail tells me it's one of Chanel's nurses, and that Chanel has gone into labor. She will be delivering baby Isabella this morning. The funny thing is that in the voicemail, the nurse asks me to call them back as soon as I get the message but not to freak out or rush to the hospital and to take my time. I call them to let them know I'm on my way and jump into the shower almost simultaneously. Of course I'm freaking out. Today marks 32 weeks for Isabella. Just yesterday the doctors were asking us about delivering around 34 weeks or if we wanted to wait until 37 weeks, allowing more time for Isabella's lungs to develop of course. Right now it is 6:35 a.m. and I am on the bus pulling up to the hospital. Once again it is time for the waiting game.