Baby Girl born!!! YAY! 8 pounds 3 oz 18 1/2 inches long!!!!Everyone is healthy and happy!! No name yet! YAYAYAYAY!
They induced at 7:30 and at 3:45 the baby was born!

Today at 5:00 AM my friend is finally going to be induced. She has had problems with high blood pressure and they were afraid of her going toxic. Last night she finally agreed to be induced.
It has been a long battle for Mr. and Mrs. B. After getting married and wanting to wait to get pregnant and having an unexpected pregnancy that she lost this has been a long time coming.
They were married when she was 21. She was wanting to finish up her Doctorate in Child Psychology and did it. The plan was to become pregnant right after that. After about 1 year of trying they finally did and then around Christmas they lost that baby. They sought fertility counseling and in January of this year it took!
They wanted to do a non medicated without intervention birth. I tried to encourage her as it kept looking like it was not going to happen. Finally last night she called and told us that they were going to induce her this morning with as little intervention as possible.
So this morning as I go through my day, I know that a little person will be born sometime today or early tomorrow! I am always in awe of that.

When I was a child my father started a tradition that I love. On the day that I was born we would go and have breakfast together. Then he would take me to the old house at about the time of morning they left for the hospital to have me. He takes me the route they took to the hospital. Then we would get to the hospital and he would take me to the room where I was born.
He would then remind me of all the things he thought when he looked at me on that fateful October morning at 11:44am that sealed his fate as a father.
My mom comes along sometimes as well but in the past she was always working at the hospital. This year she will probably get to come along and tell me her thoughts.
As a child I use to love that drive because not only was it one on one time with my parents but it was also their version on the blessing I was in their life.
I do the same thing with my daughter so far. She loves to hear about the day she was born. I will do it with my son as well. There’s something to be said for knowing that you were wanted as a baby and a joyous addition in a family. I hope to pass on that feeling and tradition.

The week of my birthday is kind of a special time. When I was a child it was the week of breakfast in bed and scheming. Scheming you ask??? Well this is why!
Birthdays in our house were not all about the person they belonged to. They were about celebrating our family. From the time I was 4 I would scheme about what arts and crafts project I was going to do for my parents. See obviously if it was not for them I would not be here so it was about giving thanks both directions!
Of course they made me feel special and I got presents…etc but I also gave a present to express my gratitude to them for raising me. So whether it was a picture saying “Thank you” or a clay molded ash tray (my parents don’t smoke but it was the thought that counted) or as I got older a poem it was something just for them. Now granted the ash tray never got used and the pictures were all put safely in my baby book. I guess it made me thankful for the gift of life.
This is going to be a tough one this year I must admit. I am no longer in the 20-34 age group. It’s the breaking point! I’ll be 35. Now granted I’m not as old as the hills but still not even my 30th birthday was tough.
So I am in the midst of scheming another useful thankful gift for my parents. (I think I’ll scrub walls or paint their entry way) Not quite sure what it will be this year….hum. There are rules to their gift. It can’t cost a dime. It has to be something that comes from the heart because I am thankful for them and the life they gave me. That’s about it. So…I’m off to scheme!

It’s like taking a double take of myself when I was her age. She dressed up this week for “Spirit Week” at school. She decided to wear my old cheerleading uniform. Now granted I was much taller and older than her. (I was in 5th grade when I wore this)
Oh My. She’s looking more and more like me every day.

This week has been a humbling experience for me. I am not generally sick I am use to being in charge. This time I was too weak to be in charge.
As I laid in my bed contemplating what everyone was doing upstairs it was humbling to me. I needed to slow down. I have been going fast and furious for a long time. Sometimes so fast that I would be late for an obligation or even have to blow something off because things were very busy. The little ones in my life were on the fast track with me. Between friends who were sick to things at HG’s school to house obligations I was on the go 99.9% of the time.
Everything had to stop this week. I had to hand the reins over to someone else. That was hard to ask for help and admit that I needed something. It was good though.
I learned that sometimes even though it hurts I have to ask for help before the hammer comes down and my body gives out.
Thank you so much to all who have been so loving with your thoughts, prayers and support. I feel human and up to par now. It’s been 5 long days of healing and more to come. Thank you to those who sent e cards and extra e mails. SMOOCH!
I’m off now to spend a little one on one time with my son who needs help building his favorite thing…his choo choo!!