Bright Spot

S. just had a birthday...she's 14 now. I can hardly believe it.

As we were coming back from Caribou the morning of her birthday with one of her friends (which called for a celebratory White Chocolate Mocha with shot of raspberry), I reminisced about the day she was born.

S. is my second born. Our first daughter, A., was born in 4 hours, start to finish, 2 weeks before my due date. This is amazingly short, especially for a first child. All was fine, but the nurses and doctor had to really move quickly. Very, very quickly.

So in preparation for S.'s birth, we thought she had better be induced. So my OB planned the delivery. I would be induced, then maybe about 3-4 hours later, after his scheduled surgery, I would be ready for him to deliver the baby.

So we went in to the hospital at 9am. They broke my water, and I was give pitocin, to speed up the onset of labor, and in accordance with the schedule. From there, the careful planning pretty much went to he#@. Within about an hour, I had severe labor, and was progressing very, very rapidly. They called my doc with an update, and they determined that he wouldn't be done with the surgery in time to deliver my baby. So they called another doctor-no dice. Then they called another doctor. At this point, I was ready to push. But I had to wait. Finally, in came the Dr.! Once he was ready, I gave a couple pushes, and S. was born!

It was 11:45am. Whew. But yet, in about 15 minutes I was hungry and ready for lunch!

She couldn't wait to meet the world. And boy, am I glad she did!! She has always had a sweet, gentle, spirit. Her easygoing and ready smile lights up the room. She is definitely a bright spot in my life.

HBD, "Shorty!"