Twelve years ago today, I woke up at 2:00 a.m. in immense pain. I waddled down the stairs to our living room, and sat in a recliner for an hour and a half just to make sure those pains were real. By 3:30 a.m. I decided they were real so I got cleaned up, grabbed my overnight bag and woke my husband, Ben. He got up, got dressed and called his parents. The plan was for Ben to drive us the ten miles to his parents house, and then they were going to drive us the hour or so to the hospital. We walked out to the car and thats when I noticed a sudden change in Ben's face. Uh oh, I thought, he finally realized what was happening. We were having a baby and the reality of it was sinking in, all the color had drained from his face and he started throwing up in the driveway. "Are you okay?" I asked. "I'm fine, but do you think you can drive to my parents?" he asked. "You are kidding, right? I'm nine months pregnant and in labor with our first child, and you want me to drive to your parents?"
I'm tougher than I look so I drove my sick husband to his parents. I don't really remember it, but I do remember the drive to the hospital. Ben and I sat in the back and his parents were in the front. I've always had a pretty high tolerance for pain, and I remember at one point Ben's dad leaned into his mom and said, "I'm not so sure she's really in labor." Once we got to the hospital and got a room, the nurses confirmed that I was in fact in labor, and that I was going to have a baby that day. I was a bit relieved because it was February 28th on a leap year and I didn't want my baby born on the 29th if I could avoid it. It's just one of those weird things, some people don't want their kids born on Friday the 13th or on an odd number or on the same day as someone else's birthday. However, most times we can't avoid this.
After several more hours of walking, soaking in a warm bath and a great deal of pain our baby girl was born at 2:28 p.m. She wasn't breathing very well and neither was I. They gave me oxygen immediately, and I watched the nurses rubbing my baby roughly trying to get her to breath. Finally we were both breathing normally and I was able to hold her. She seamed so tiny at 7 lbs 7 oz and 19 inches long. She had a mop of dark hair, and she was the most adorable thing I had ever seen. In an instance my husband and I were wrapped around this tiny girl's tiny little finger and now today she's 12!
Where has the time gone? So much has happened in the past 12 years, Montana's gained not one but two little brothers. We've moved a few times, changed jobs, purchased different homes and different vehicles. It's amazing how much as happened in 12 years and how fast it has gone! It is true what they say, the older you get the faster time flies so enjoy every moment.
I've come to the realization that I have one year left of having a teen-free home, so I'd better enjoy this year as much as I can! LOL! But the reality is, before I know it I'll have a child-free home. I really do stress to my children to take every opportunity they can and to know their limits. You can't do everything but do the things you love and enjoy. I also encourage them to challenge themselves so they constantly grow and learn. This is easier for children than adults, adults tend to get comfortable but if you are too comfortable then you are no longer growing. My next blog post will be about forcing yourself oustide your comfort zone. Well as usual I've managed to ramble on so I must close for now.
Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. ~Elizabeth Stone