Around this time 4 years ago, I was trying desperately to go to sleep. I was hearing the exact same sound that I am right now, Dusty trying to go to sleep, and me waking him up every so often. In about an hour, I went in and started looking up the difference between false labor and real labor. I knew I was in real labor. It was getting worse, I just wanted proof. My mom got me a bowl of cereal, in about an hour, because she had seen that I was awake. She didn't want me to be hungry, if we went to the hospital.
In about 2 hours, we made the call to my dad to come down, in the middle of the night, because I was in labor and about to go to the hospital.
In about 2 1/2 hours we made our second of three trips to the hospital. The first was for a non-stress test on the 14th around noon because they wanted to be sure the baby's oxygen level was returning to normal after the contractions because the NST they gave at the clinic was inconclusive. They sent me home after 4 hours and only progressing 1/2 cm....even though they said if I was still laboring after the administering of the medicine they'd keep me...but whatever, I'm not bitter much. Seriously though, there were just too many babies being born. So many, that when we went back for the final trip, I was placed in a "room" which was a big room divided into three with curtains. I was LABORING with a person 3 feet from me separated by a strip of cloth. Ah, well, it makes for a great story. Oh, but on a side note, the baby boom is totally legit. Try finding a 4 candle around here. Impossible. It's OK because she already said she wants 4 candles. Problem solved.
I can not believe we put our little girl to bed as a three year old for the last time tonight. Crazy, crazy stuff. None of Hannah's or Seth's birthdays have been as surprising to me as this one is. She's so big.
She didn't want to go to sleep tonight. She didn't want to be four. She liked being three. Maybe if I don't go to sleep, then she won't woke up and be any older tomorrow. Of course, she also wanted to know how old she'd be when her head touched the ceiling. :)
Little smartie...the other thing I wanted to say in my last post. We went to Sam's today and I had only a few necessary items to buy. I was thinking out loud and said, "OK, tomato sauce...what was that other thing?" She said, "Bread flour." YES!! That was exactly it! Now, I would've remembered, mind you, but it would've been about 30 more seconds. Oh, she has my brain 25 years ago.
We skipped through the Walmart parking lot the other day. It was one of the happiest joining of memories in my head ever. My dad and I used to skip in the parking lot at Kroger.
What a great life.
Loved this :)
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