Thirty-four years ago today, I was up all night just like last night. But back in 1979, it was for a much better reason. Last night was due to an unpleasant cold and stuffed up nose. Yuck.But back then, I was arriving at the hospital about this time of morning--6:00 a.m.--to deliver my second sweet daughter. Having had one baby already, one would think I would know about labor. I did but I didn't.
I definitely didn't want to get to the hospital too early this time and be told to go home or walk around the maternity floor in my breezy hospital gown throughout the night. So about 5:45, we decided to take our first born to a friend's house and then head to the hospital.
It wasn't 30 minutes until she popped out (well, was born--there really wasn't any "popping out" going on. I still remember those few minutes.) But I must say, being in labor at the hospital for just 30 minutes wasn't bad.
Of course, at that time 34 years ago moms and pops didn't know what sex the baby was and we didn't know exactly when the baby would arrive. I remember discussing what the middle name should be if it was a girl on the way to the hospital. We had already decided on the first name for a girl and just in case, one for a boy.
Good thing she wasn't a boy cause I can't remember what the boy's name would have been!
But this sweet daughter one couldn't forget. She is a bright, loving daughter with a super husband and child. She has brought much joy to our lives.
I wish her a very wonderful birthday (and I hope I can stay awake to tell her in person!)
