Carrie's Birthday Story

June 6, 1988

~ 24 years ago today ~

5:00 a.m. – I am wide awake and trying to find a comfortable position on the guest room bed. I’ve been "sleeping" here for the past month, because getting in and out of a water bed with my expanding pregnant tummy has become nearly impossible.

5:10 a.m. – I feel like making chocolate chip cookies. I think I’ll just get up…

7:30 a.m. – Craig leaves for work and I assure him that I’m feeling fine.

8:30 a.m. – I decide I’ll make a pot of spaghetti sauce with meatballs to have for dinner tonight, and some extras to go in the freezer for after the baby is born.

9:30 a.m. – I am standing on a kitchen chair cleaning out a top cupboard shelf. {At the time this seemed like a perfectly normal thing to do, now I’m shaking my head wondering what in the world I was thinking!}

10:30 a.m. – Laundry is going, both beds are made, cookies baked, meatballs done, kitchen cleaned, and I’m continuing my quest for a clean house. . .
12:45 p.m. – Craig calls [again] to check on how I’m doing before he takes his lunch break and I tell him that I’m just fine. “Go to lunch, nothing’s happening here.”
12:46 p.m. – I bend over to pick up a bottle cap and my water breaks.
12:47 p.m. – I call Craig at work and talk to his co-worker who is excited to go find him in the lunch room and send him home. The baby is coming!!!
1:15 p.m. – Craig plows through the door, all nervous/excited and still in his work smock.
1:45 p.m. – Checking into the hospital I ask the young girl at the registration desk, “When can I have an epidural?” and she smugly replies, “Well, we need to get you into your room first, Mrs. M.”  psh.

7:30 p.m. – The monitor that’s hooked up to our baby shows signs of stress and my doctor decides to do an emergency c-section. The whole room fills with nurses and people scurrying around. As they wheel me out of that room and into surgery I call out to Craig, “Don’t forget the camera!”  He’s in a fog and mumbles, “Oh yeah…” 

7:44 p.m. – “Tell Her No” by The Zombies is playing on the radio in the operating room as Dr. Scott pulls my little baby out and says,“It’s a girl!”

11:30 p.m. – Finally – a nurse brings my sweet Carrie in for me to hold for the first time. Her dad and I are absolutely smitten. ♥

The rest is history.

Happy 24th Birthday, Carrie.

Today I celebrate the amazing gift that is YOU.

♥

{linking to Sian's Storytelling Sunday}