pants ~ F21
sweater, tank ~ Marshalls
booties ~ Target
earrings ~ Heartbreaker
eight years ago yesterday, i woke up very, very early because my doctor had finally given us the go ahead to get induced. i was 10 days overdue, big as a whale, and so ready to have my first baby. so chris and i woke up at 5 am, called the hospital to see if they had any beds for us, and were denied. they told us to call back in two hours. after nine months and 10 days, you'd think two hours wouldn't be that big of a deal, but it was. we waited, rather impatiently, for two hours (maybe more like 1.5 hours...i couldn't wait), and then called again. they woman at the other end of the line told me that if i could get there in the next 20 minutes, we could probably get a room. so we ran, as fast as a whale can run, to the car (my mom was driving us so we wouldn't have a car parked at the hospital), and my sweet mom drove us to the hospital as fast as she could – she may have even run a few red lights.
when we got there, we ran to the check-in desk and signed all the necessary papers. what happened next, i am not proud of, but remember, it had been nine months and 10 days. we were told there was one room open, and that we had to hurry to get there...it was some sort of crazy busy day for babies being born, i guess, and since i wasn't actually in labor, i didn't get preferential treatment. we ran to the elevator, and we saw another not-in-labor mom and her husband heading for the same elevator, presumably to get that empty room. so we took the stairs, and never before had i run up stairs so fast. ok, i probably walked, but in my head, i was 175 pounds of olympian runner sprinting for my room. and we made it.
and then they induced me, and we waited and waited. and i had contractions the whole day, but nothing horrible. and we waited and waited some more, and henry decided that nine months and 10 days wasn't long enough and that april fool's day was not the day he wanted to be born. so the doctors gave me some morphine, and i had the most luxurious night's sleep i have ever had, and probably ever will have, and the next day we started all over again. this time it worked, and my sweet baby boy finally decided (after a lot of pushing and crying and one vacuum suction to the head) to grace us with his presence. and i was happy.
happy birthday, bear bear. you will always be my baby. i love you to the moon and back.