Saturday, November 6, 2010


12 years ago today I woke up like any other day and went to work.  I liked my job and usually looked forward to being there.  This particular day, however, I felt a little different.  I wasn't sick.  I wasn't stressed.  I was pregnant and loved every minute of it.  I wasn't sure why I felt different, so I continued my work.  Then I realized that I felt like I urinated just a little in my pants.  Hmmmm.  Due date wasn't for another 19 days so I ignored it.  Heck, what woman doesn't leak a little when another little human in sitting on her bladder.  As the day went on, so did the leaks, so I went in to see Dr. S.  After a few tests I was told that it wasn't amniotic fluid, but that I was dialated 4cm and effaced 75%.  I was told that I would probably go into labor in the next couple of days.  So what's a girl to do?  I went back to work. 

Big Daddy and I made dinner date plans for later in the evening.  He had to work a little late.  I pulled up at our cozy little house first at 6:18 pm.  He wasn't due home for at least 30 min so I thought I would go in and take a shower for our date.  As I stood up getting out of the car,  something was very strange.  I all of a sudden had a little puddle of "water" at my feet.  Hmmmmmm again.  So I started into the house when I realized why I felt different. 

The pain hit- hard.  So what's a girl to do this time?  Home alone, can't hardly walk to get into the house, and I seem to be having a baby.  Big Daddy comes in just as I am getting into the bedroom. Poor guy.  He is greeted with a phone coming across the room aimed directly at his face.  He calls Dr. S, who luckily lives around the corner, and we are told to come there first.  We do, and after being checked, Dr. S tells Big Daddy to "drive as fast as you can safely".  Hmmmmmm.  Okay.

We make it to the hospital 15 miles away in about 9 minutes (but when you are in transition it feels like hours).  When we pull up to the ER, another doctor friend of ours is coming out, and immediately offers to start pushing the wheelchair up to L&D while Big Daddy parks the car.   Yes, in hind sight that was a little backwards, but I digress.

The nurse that checked me told me that I didn't need to wait for the doctor.  I could push whenever I was ready.  I love that nurse.  Dr. S did come in in time for the birth.

At 8:42 pm,  I gave birth to the most beautiful, perfectly pink, screaming, bundle of joy.  At that moment the world stopped and it was only me and him.  Unfortunately, when the world started moving again, it sped up.

This young man made me a mommy for the first time Nov. 6, 1998:

Happy Birthday J.  I love you more than you can imagine and I thank the Lord for you each and every day.  You are your own unique individual and I cannot wait to see what God has in store for you in the future.  Jeremiah 1:5   Thank you for making me a mommy for the first time.


  1. Happy birthday big J!!! Between you and Monica, you two have quite the birthing stories! Mine are oh so boring...

  2. Love your story! Sounds like you handled it with more grace than I did! Happy birthday J. There is something so special about the birth that makes you a Mommy. So, also Happy Becoming a Mom Day.


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