June 27th, 2000, I went to book club and discussed the book of the month. I really don't remember the book. I remember having some hearty Braxton Hicks contractions, but nothing that would send me flying to the hospital, though that was joked about. "No," I assured them. "It's just practice." I went home later, tired and not wanting to do those dishes that waited for me. Stupid dishes. I did them. And went to bed. I was awaken more than once by very real and hearty contractions. The kind that make you stop and hold your breath. Then somewhere around 2 or 3 in the morning it happened my water broke. Emily was coming today, instead of in 4 weeks. She needed to be born. Her cord was wrapped around her neck twice. She wasn't breathing. Her little purple body was limp against mine. They quickly scooped her up, and began their work. It was quiet and calm. Nothing like ER(then still on the air) where the docs shout out orders, and the nurses are grabbing this and that. It was more like a pleasant conversation. It felt like forever. Why wasn't she crying? And then I heard her. She fussed. And fussed more. And then I saw her. She was pink and lovely. Sticking her little tongue out to taste the air around her.
Emily 5pounds 12 ounces
She is quiet, but fierce.
She is also silly and fun
She loves the beauty that is all around her
I can't believe it was 12 years ago that she came into our lives. Happy Birthday Miss Em! We love you!