Sappy crappy

My baby turns 11 tomorrow. With this day coming I find myself thinking about the day she was born. My hubby and I were all alone in California when I got pregnant. My husband figured it out before I got back to the waiting room of the clinic. He heard my giggles as I walked down the hall. He just knew.

Months later when I finally went into labor, we had passed my due date, I was WAY ready. It was early in the morning and since the contractions were still pretty erratic I didn't wake my husband. It didn't take long till the contractions were 7 minutes apart. I figured it was time to get CCB up. He called the doctor for me and they told me to come in and get checked out. Once again the contractions became erratic. The doctor said I was on my way but it wasn't "time" yet. They sent me home.

Walking was something that was supposed to help with labor so walk we did. All over the little town of Dixon. When a contraction would hit CCB would hold me as I buried my head in his shoulder till it passed. This went on forever! Eventually the doctor told me to come on in and they started to monitor me. To show you what a dork I am I'll tell you that they sent me to the restroom after they broke my water. The nurse was concerned that I didn't return right away. She opened the door to find me cleaning the floor. I was so embarrassed that I had "leaked" all over the tile I had to clean it up before anyone saw. She chastised me and sent me back to bed.

I'll spare you all the details but tell you that it took 47 hours of labor with 4 hours of pushing to get my daughter out. Even then it took a C-section. They only held her up for a second before they rushed her away to clean her up. She was beautiful.

Now my baby is blossoming into a beautiful young lady. I'm trying to embrace it but there is a small part of me that is kicking and screaming, "not yet! NOT YET!" My heart swells with pride when I think of the person she's becoming. I look forward to watching more.