Party Time

Three years have gone by in a blink of an eye.  It feels like little lady has been here forever, yet, like no time has passed at all.  Either time is at a standstill, or like the Earth, moving so fast, I can’t even feel it.  Sadly, I know it’s the latter.

I agonized over her birth, big time.  Both my boys were born five weeks early, and they came fast.  With a husband working thirty minutes away from home, a mom, who lives an hour away, and no close neighbors or friends, at the time, I envisioned first son delivering my baby.  Well, maybe not first son.  He’d panic and run.  No, I envisioned second son delivering his baby sister on the kitchen floor.

But God smiled down on me.

As luck would have it, I had my 36 week check-up the day my daughter came into the world, so my mom was already at my house, watching the boys.  At 10:00 am, I went to the doctor’s office.  I asked her how much longer she thought I had.  The doctor assured me that I was nowhere near ready to deliver.  So, after my appointment, I went to the mall to buy my niece a birthday present.

My water broke at the mall.

By the time I drove home, I was in active labor.  My mom, the boys and I took a somewhat comical (though, only comical in hindsight) ride to the hospital.  My mom, very nervous, me, in pain, yelling at her because she was slowing down at every green light. (Why do people do that?)  She wanted to flag down a police officer.  I told her to keep driving or else she was going to be the one delivering my daughter, a step up from second son, but I really didn’t want to scar the boys for life with a road side delivery.

We arrived at the hospital at noon. Little Lady was born forty minutes later, talk about timing!

Yesterday, in honor of that wonderful day, we celebrated, with a cake fit for a princess,  cousins to share in the love,and Little Lady’s favorite partner in crime.  There were also a few princess themed presents,and a big brother to assist in the opening,a Pa and an Uncle (Notice the shelf?  I’m trying it out in the den.  I think it’s a much better fit.)and, an end of the night dance party.A small, but perfect affair, sort of like the birthday girl, herself.

Have a great day!


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