Three years ago today. I thought I would be pregnant forever. Lucy was past due and I was waiting. My sister was visiting waiting with me. It was a normal day of tending to kids, wobbling around my house and watching Oprah. Well during Oprah something happened. I had pain, so I took a bath knowing that it would stop. Because you see I was pregnant with an elephant and had 3 months to go(that's what I convinced my self of). So I took a bath and it didn't stop. I laid down and it didn't stop. I got ver uncomfortable really fast. Had my sister call Bryce at 4:25 to come home. He did and quickly took them to our friends house. Well it was Friday afternoon Dallas traffic. So it took him a little bit to get back. Meanwhile back at the house my sister was trying to tend to me. Poor thing. I was crazy, mean, and a sailor. Well, I cussed like one at the time. I was trying to go natural. But we never took classes so, she would call Gretchen and Jody. They would tell her things to do for me. Like put a hot wash cloth on me. I was Mean I tell you. I took the washcloth, and threw them at her. I told her to tell them that I was not going natural. So If they would be disappointed to stay home. I was serious. This was hard. I was spitting green stuff. Not like Jane Rowland she sings and says sweet stuff. I was a sailor. So here we are waiting for Bryce, he finally shows up. I am waiting outside. We proceed to have a nice drive to the hospital to deliver and meet our first girl. Well we proceeded but the nice drive is a lie. I banged on the windshield, pulled Bryce's hair, and threatened to jump out of the car. I was dying already what could be worse? I told my sister off for talking on the phone. Poor thing was trying to make arrangements for her kids. We get to the hospital, and I am that crazy screaming woman in the hallway. There was no shame, integrity or cuth. I was a walking monster. Gretchen got there just in time to be totally embarrassed by my yelling and whispered, "BREATHE" "JUST BREATHE". Imagine that simple words, I tried and I could actually walk with out cursing to my room. Once in the room they were trying to get my info into the computer. I insisted on an epidural. The nurse said no. I cried, "PLEASE I SAID". But they still said no, there was no time. I was ready to deliver. I asked everyone kindly to leave the room so I could poop. Well I think it was kindly. And but soon realized that it was the baby. On my knees at the end of the bed, holding onto to the Love of my Life. I pushed once and my baby girl was born. Less than 2 1/2 hours after the first contraction my daughter was in the world. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I took a shower and was in a rocker another hour later. Wow I did it, barely but it happened and I did not die.
And today my baby girl, my one and only, Juicy Lucy, Lucy Goose, Beautiful is 3. Wow how time flies. I am in love with her everyday. She will be my best friend. She loves me, and wants to be with me. Having a girl has rocked our world. But we can't imagine life with out our girl.
