The new pic is me and my little girl on the last day I was in MA last July. I wished she was coming back with me like I had planned.
Interesting note though, I don't talk to any of the people involved in this little history anymore (my grandfather only cause he passed away.) And the one person who supported me thru trying to get her out here and didn't once tell me not to cry, things will work out, or it will get better I didn't meet until about 9 months after this one night. Interesting the way things work out.
Let's see... this night 8 years ago...
I went to work that day (Feb 10th, 1996) at 7am like I did every Saturday, and it was a very uneventful day. I went home early cause I wasn't feeling too well, but by 7pm when my BF was coming over I was back to normal. We made some pizza and curled up together to watch a movie. when we cureld up he always had his hand on my tummy so he could feel the baby move. He was so cute. Aroung 10:30pm I started to not feel well and by 11:15pm I was being brought to the hospital. I was nervous mostly cause I wasn't due until Feb 29th (yep a leap year baby) and my grandmother was driving about 5-10 mph UNDER the speed limit. it had snowed a couple days before and since the snow was melting she thought the roads might be slick. They weren't.
I was checked into the hospital at exactly midnight. I got as comfy as I could in my room, and the waiting game began. He was with me the whole time, and my mother (gasp!) was in the room with me too. I would have rather had my best friend there than her, but hey I wasn't in an arguing mood (and she got to be there for my son so it all evens out). Well my best friend and half of my other friends were there. My sister went out with them after work that night and they stopped at my house to get some $$ right after I left. My grandfather told them where I was and they all decided they needed to be there.
I hate needles but they insisted on giving me an IV incase I canged my mind and wanted an epidural. I didn't have the anti drug opinion, I just didn't like the number of needles they were gonna stick me with. That and the not feeling my legs thing really bothered me. My water still hadn't broken, but the doctor wanted to wait a bit before he did anything about it. My friends all took turns coming in, except the guys who were just as happy to get updates from my sister. As much as it hurt, I don't think I have ever had a group of people that supporting of me at any other time. A PERSON or 2 yes, but never that many who showed that much concern. Finally a little after 2am the doctor decided to break my water for me since it was being stubborn. not like I am stubborn or anything
At 2:13am my little angel was born. They handed her right over to me, and all I could do was cry. Her dad was crying too, one of the very few times I ever saw him cry.
The next few hours are kind of a blur. I was so tired but couldn't sleep. They gave me some pills for the pain, and one for sleep. The BF went home to get his car and came back first thing in the morning. We got to spend almost the whole day just me, him and our angel.
Then the friends arived. They was they came in that night you'd think they pre-planned shifts. Two friends got the best laugh out of me when they got the wrong card. On the front was a beautiful foral setting and "Wishing you all our hopes and prayers..." well they obviously didn't open it before they bought it. It was a condolences card. My BF wasn't too amused, but I got a kick out of it. It was so typical of these two friends. They did get a regular congrats card before they came to the hospital, but gave me both anyway. I still have them.
One thing I didn't find out until a few years later was that the BF didn't tell anyone at his school that I was pregnant except a couple of his teachers. And this bothered me. It shouldn't have too bad since he was still in HS and I wasn't, but they didn't know until he showed up at school Monday morning with the medical ID braclet on. He had to have one to be able to pick Her up from the nursery. And his friends never met her. they only saw a picture that he had in his wallet.
I miss her more than anything. Sh is the only reason I question whether moving here was a good idea or not. She was supposed to come with me. I thought I was doing the right thing by having her finish out the school year before moving her here too. This is the first time I have ever missed a brithday of hers. Hopefully she'll get my gifts in the mail tomorrow. And nopefully she'll be home long enough for me to call her and chat a bit with her while I'm at work.
Happy Birthday Brianna Katherine
I miss you more than you will ever know!
*and if you actually read this whole ramble... thanks, it means alot to me
Interesting note though, I don't talk to any of the people involved in this little history anymore (my grandfather only cause he passed away.) And the one person who supported me thru trying to get her out here and didn't once tell me not to cry, things will work out, or it will get better I didn't meet until about 9 months after this one night. Interesting the way things work out.
Let's see... this night 8 years ago...
I went to work that day (Feb 10th, 1996) at 7am like I did every Saturday, and it was a very uneventful day. I went home early cause I wasn't feeling too well, but by 7pm when my BF was coming over I was back to normal. We made some pizza and curled up together to watch a movie. when we cureld up he always had his hand on my tummy so he could feel the baby move. He was so cute. Aroung 10:30pm I started to not feel well and by 11:15pm I was being brought to the hospital. I was nervous mostly cause I wasn't due until Feb 29th (yep a leap year baby) and my grandmother was driving about 5-10 mph UNDER the speed limit. it had snowed a couple days before and since the snow was melting she thought the roads might be slick. They weren't.
I was checked into the hospital at exactly midnight. I got as comfy as I could in my room, and the waiting game began. He was with me the whole time, and my mother (gasp!) was in the room with me too. I would have rather had my best friend there than her, but hey I wasn't in an arguing mood (and she got to be there for my son so it all evens out). Well my best friend and half of my other friends were there. My sister went out with them after work that night and they stopped at my house to get some $$ right after I left. My grandfather told them where I was and they all decided they needed to be there.
I hate needles but they insisted on giving me an IV incase I canged my mind and wanted an epidural. I didn't have the anti drug opinion, I just didn't like the number of needles they were gonna stick me with. That and the not feeling my legs thing really bothered me. My water still hadn't broken, but the doctor wanted to wait a bit before he did anything about it. My friends all took turns coming in, except the guys who were just as happy to get updates from my sister. As much as it hurt, I don't think I have ever had a group of people that supporting of me at any other time. A PERSON or 2 yes, but never that many who showed that much concern. Finally a little after 2am the doctor decided to break my water for me since it was being stubborn. not like I am stubborn or anything
At 2:13am my little angel was born. They handed her right over to me, and all I could do was cry. Her dad was crying too, one of the very few times I ever saw him cry.
The next few hours are kind of a blur. I was so tired but couldn't sleep. They gave me some pills for the pain, and one for sleep. The BF went home to get his car and came back first thing in the morning. We got to spend almost the whole day just me, him and our angel.
Then the friends arived. They was they came in that night you'd think they pre-planned shifts. Two friends got the best laugh out of me when they got the wrong card. On the front was a beautiful foral setting and "Wishing you all our hopes and prayers..." well they obviously didn't open it before they bought it. It was a condolences card. My BF wasn't too amused, but I got a kick out of it. It was so typical of these two friends. They did get a regular congrats card before they came to the hospital, but gave me both anyway. I still have them.
One thing I didn't find out until a few years later was that the BF didn't tell anyone at his school that I was pregnant except a couple of his teachers. And this bothered me. It shouldn't have too bad since he was still in HS and I wasn't, but they didn't know until he showed up at school Monday morning with the medical ID braclet on. He had to have one to be able to pick Her up from the nursery. And his friends never met her. they only saw a picture that he had in his wallet.
I miss her more than anything. Sh is the only reason I question whether moving here was a good idea or not. She was supposed to come with me. I thought I was doing the right thing by having her finish out the school year before moving her here too. This is the first time I have ever missed a brithday of hers. Hopefully she'll get my gifts in the mail tomorrow. And nopefully she'll be home long enough for me to call her and chat a bit with her while I'm at work.
Happy Birthday Brianna Katherine
I miss you more than you will ever know!
*and if you actually read this whole ramble... thanks, it means alot to me
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