Friday, January 23, 2009

Six Years Ago Today....

On a cold, icy morning...a morning when schools had been cancelled do to ice and cold, a VERY pregnant, but not yet ripe me got up at 4:00 a.m. to "use the facilities". I was 35 weeks along, totally unprepared. We had no carseat, no baby book, the baby bed had no bedding. And yet, on that cold water broke.

Stunned, I woke up Tigerfan and we made our way through the icy streets to the hospital. We called grandpartents, dropped off kids and laughed about how shocked and unprepared we were. We laughed as the hospital had to readmit me do to a mistake in the paper work. We laughed when the on call Dr. couldn't figure out how to use the ultra sound machine. But we stopped laughing when they told us the baby appeared to be about 4 pounds and the reality of just how early this was hit!

They decided to go ahead and deliver and began "the drip" Things progressed quickly and by early afternoon, we had a 5 lb 9 oz baby girl who was tiny but healthy as could be!

She was released from the hospital just two days later with instructions to make sure I woke her up every two hours to eat. I totally did. Except at night. Because she was sleeping almost 6 hours and you DON'T wake up a baby who is practically sleeping through the night. Unless she is 5 weeks early. Because, you see, she was sleeping because she had jaundice. Very bad, only I didn't know she was the color of my husband's winter coat until I took her in to the Dr. and got in trouble. For not waking her up every two hours. She then spent the next two or three days in this:

The billibed. After a week of daily pokes to her foot, she got a clean bill of health and has been going non-stop ever since!

I am so grateful for my little girl. Someone to shop with, to play hair and make-up with, to play with me while the boys go hunting. A sweet girl to hug my neck every morning and cuddle with me in bed every night. Someone to play dolls and kitchen with. Someone to bake coookies with. Someone who will help me dress well when I am old. A little angel that calms the storm of loud, rowdy boys. A little Dancer. A Princess.

Happy Birthday, Dancer!

I love you!


Spesamor Academy said...

She's beautiful! :)
I always wanted boys, until I had a girl and realized how fun they really are. :)
Happy birthday, Dancer!

Anonymous said...

So sweet!
Your labor with your daughter sounds similar to mine with my son. Full of surprises...early, snow storm (school was cancelled!) and completely unprepared! Gotta laugh now...but at the time it was quite a bit scary!

Happy Birthday to your lil' girl!

Aimee said...

Happy Birthday, Dancer! Hope your year ahead is full of God's blessings :)

She's is just a doll :)

Growin' with it! said...

i'm such a softie for birth/baby & bday stories! happy bday to you both.☺

CJ, the Purple Diva said...

OH, MAN I hate I missed her birthday on Friday!
You give that little Dancer a big ol' hug from The Purple Diva. And you tell her that The Purple Diva is sorry she is late but that she will make it up to that cute little thing!

Heather said...

Can you believe our girls are this old already?! WOW...where did those sweet sweet babies go...and how come they have to grow up so fast? And WHEN did 5/6 years old have so much attitude? I was planning on that hitting around 10 or 11.

Hope that Dancer had an awesome day!

CJ, the Purple Diva said...

I have to tell ya that I forgot to tell you that I love seeing you in this picture holding your baby girl. Every time I come to your page I just sit and stare at that lovely little family picture. It makes me so happy to see you so happy! ♥