So fast forward from that fateful day in July. It's March 28th a Wednesday again. I'm miserable and 50lbs heavier. Almost 200lbs!!!! I'm standing in the kitchen doing dishes and I feel something happening. I'm not all that sure what it is seeing as I'd never had a baby before. I call the so-called experts, my Dr. They tell me to come in that afternoon they will check everything out. I call your Grammy first..She tries to act like she isn't freaking out...she fails miserably. I call your dad he doesn't even try to act like he isn't freaking out.
That afternoon your dad and I head to the Dr.'s office. They tell me I'm leaking and need to get to the Hospital to induce labor and sometime tomorrow I should have a baby. I ask them if I can eat because I am oh so hungry. They tell me no. I am mad.
We get to the hospital they admit me and get me to my room. Once I am there they start poking me and strapping me down. A couple of hours later I start having contractions. They hurt really, really bad. The nurse tells me mercifully that I can have drugs to ease my pain. I accept readily. So things go fine from there. Then a few hours later the Dr. notices I'm not progressing anymore and your heart rate keeps going down. They don't think your going to fit through the birthing canal. They tell me a c-section is in order. I cry. That does not sound like fun. I tell your dad to run and get Grammy and Grandpa. They come back up. Oh no we forgot to get the camera!! Grandpa runs back down stairs and comes up with...ta da...a camera! They dress your Daddy in scrubs and take me in prep me for surgery. I was so tired I had been up for hours. I just wanted you out and safe so we could both take a nap.
4:00 am on Thursday March 29, 2007 they cut me open. 4:09 am you enter the world! I have never been so proud.
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