Elizabeth is officially 22 years of age.
I remember coming down the stairs about 9pm on the 26th, those many years ago, telling her Father that I thought we should go to the hospital. Now, after having the experience of previously having twins unexpectedly delivered at home, most men would grab the car keys and hustle their wife out the door.
Not this Father.
He was happily watching The Gods Must Be Crazy with our current children... Could I wait until it was over? he asked.
Yes, I suppose so, I replied. Why am I always so compliant at these times?
I curled into a ball in a nearby chair and waited, practicing my deep breathing, hoping I'd make it to the hospital in time. Little did I know that after actually arriving, it would be hours more before Elizabeth would make her appearance.
After urging me to walk around the maternity ward to 'help things along', the nurses soon saw me running halls like a mad woman, wildly pulling an IV behind me.
Did I mention I hate IVs?
However, finally Elizabeth decided the time had come to make her sweet appearance. What a beautiful baby she was. What a beautiful young woman she has become.
Happy Birthday, Elizabeth! I love you.
2 comments:
Wow, that's old!
And the reason that dad was not worried is because he has mad skills.
Awww thanks!!!! Yes, our father DOES have mad wicked awesome delivery skills.
But. I do believe the final score is:
Dad - 3
Mom - 9
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