Seven years and one day ago, I was still three and a half weeks from my due date. I woke up one Monday morning. School was over (I was a teacher) and it was the last day to get grades put into the computer. Actually, they were due the Friday before, but I hadn't finished them. So I got up early, planning on going to the school before the secretary got in and noticed mine weren't there. As I walked around getting ready, I felt a trickle. I wondered if I was having some bladder control issues. A few minutes later, another trickle. I suggested to Big Daddy, who was getting ready to leave for work, that it might be my water breaking. He poo-poo'ed that idea and went off to work. But over the next half an hour, I had a feeling it wasn't a bladder issue because I had soaked through three pads. Still a slow trickle, not the big gush you hear about, but I became convinced it must be my water. So I called Big Daddy and told him it was time! He still didn't believe me. But he came home to get me anyway.
I loaded my final exams and grading folders into the car. Big Daddy brought along a print job he needed to drop off in Murray, and we headed to the hospital, via his client's house and my school. It took me about half an hour to do get my grades put in. I sat on a towel, but by the time I was done, both my pants and the towel were soaked. Other teachers kept passing by my classroom saying "What are you doing here?? Go to the hospital!" But I wasn't having any contractions, so I figured I might as well tie up all those loose ends before the baby came.
Luckily the hospital was about 800 feet away from the school, so we were there within a couple of minutes. After 26 hours of labor, first unmedicated and using the hypnobirthing method, then on pitocin, and finally cranked on pitocin and with an epidural, I finally gave birth to little Daphne. She was only 5 lbs 7 ounces. So tiny! But she had such a perfect, delicate little face. All the nurses oo'ed and ah'ed over her.
Now my little peanut is seven. SEVEN! She's missing teeth, getting new teeth, learning to read and write, loves to draw endlessly, loves stuffed animals and animal toys, hates socks and jeans and anything that "feels weird," sleeps in late, stays up late, says funny things, is unafraid of anyone or anything especially dirt, has a "boyfriend" (Silas), adores all animals and even all bugs (she's into catching bees lately). She's such an odd duck, but so endearing. I'm so glad to have her in my family.
And here's a little about her big day.
We started it off with her favorite breakfast. Cinnamon rolls. And bacon. Lots and lots of bacon.
Daphne chose an "Ugly Dolls" theme for her birthday. So Big Daddy and I made Ugly Dolls cupcakes for her birthday cake. Pretty fun!
I love this picture of the Ugly Dolls cupcakes smooshed into the pan together. They look panicked!
Anyway, it was a really fun day. And I HIGHLY recommend both cupcakes instead of a cake (WAY easier) and having the party somewhere else (no pre-party OR post-party clean up!)
Happy Birthday, Daffodil!