Three years ago, at this moment, I was in labor with Lauren Elizabeth. I was due on this date, but I was impatient. With all the information available to a person on the "internet", the baby could have come two weeks ago. In fact, my husband and I were in the hospital on January 1st, and we were told WE would have the first New Year's baby. Here we were, 26 days later, and were "induced" last night. Ha. Lauren wanted to come at her own pace. She is still like that three years later...slow and steady will win her race.
A scary thing happened to me this very morning, three years ago. I woke up, feeling fine, and almost sent my husband to work...thinking he could probably get a full-days work in before Lauren decided to join us. I remember ringing the bell for the nurse, it was 6 AM, and they were going to restart the induction drugs again, and this would be a good time to empty that bladder. By the time the nurse arrived at my room, I felt strange, and I said so...then, right before me, on the white cabinet across the room that housed the delivery lights, I could see my eye. It was HUGE. I could see my pupil get smaller and smaller, until finally my husband was shaking me "Angie, you have to talk to us," he said. The doctor, who slept two rooms down, certain I would have Lauren in the night, was there in a flash. I remember, just coming out of it, her saying, "Well, I don't think it was a stroke". A stroke. A stroke. I was a healthy, 36 year-old woman. You don't think of having a stroke when you are suppose to be having a baby! Not sure what happened, other than knowing I passed out, they gave me some food and allowed me to wait before eventually breaking my water. By 2:15 that afternoon, we had Lauren Elizabeth in our lives.
The things we do as parents. The things, as children, we never realize our parents do for us. It is a daily, hourly sacrifice we make for them. But, oh, how it is worth it.
A scary thing happened to me this very morning, three years ago. I woke up, feeling fine, and almost sent my husband to work...thinking he could probably get a full-days work in before Lauren decided to join us. I remember ringing the bell for the nurse, it was 6 AM, and they were going to restart the induction drugs again, and this would be a good time to empty that bladder. By the time the nurse arrived at my room, I felt strange, and I said so...then, right before me, on the white cabinet across the room that housed the delivery lights, I could see my eye. It was HUGE. I could see my pupil get smaller and smaller, until finally my husband was shaking me "Angie, you have to talk to us," he said. The doctor, who slept two rooms down, certain I would have Lauren in the night, was there in a flash. I remember, just coming out of it, her saying, "Well, I don't think it was a stroke". A stroke. A stroke. I was a healthy, 36 year-old woman. You don't think of having a stroke when you are suppose to be having a baby! Not sure what happened, other than knowing I passed out, they gave me some food and allowed me to wait before eventually breaking my water. By 2:15 that afternoon, we had Lauren Elizabeth in our lives.
The things we do as parents. The things, as children, we never realize our parents do for us. It is a daily, hourly sacrifice we make for them. But, oh, how it is worth it.
Yikes- "I don't *think* it was a stroke?" Not what you want to hear! Glad you're okay. I love that Lauren took her dear old time. :)
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