So, in 2016 I was all ready for a July Baby. She was coming on the 7th, planned C-Section because baby girl was not. going. to. turn. Tried all the Spinning Babies stuff, tried chiropractic, even went to the hospital for a manual rotation (version) and backed out because that just wasn't going to happen. Too risky and I was not ready to potentially have the baby that day. My mom came out for a planned month of help on the 1st, so we'd have a few days to get ready. We saw Kinky Boots at the Kennedy Center and in an effort to help Mom maintain her goal of running a race every month, we signed up for the Firecracker 5k on the 4th of July, a race I'd run in the past. Not the most exciting course around a suburban shopping center in Virginia, but a great community event, especially as part of Team Red, White, and Blue. I did not run the race because I couldn't fit my feet into my shoes, I was signed up to volunteer along with a good friend who offered to hang with me instead of running.
Then I went to a routine monitoring appointment at the hospital but since we were early we stopped at the exchange on base, which by some miracle was open. We bought a few things that my mom thought I needed and hit the hospital, thinking it would be a quick 30 minute stop. But it turns out that standing in the heat, lifting boxes of food and moving big barrels of ice and sports drinks will do things to your body and I'd put myself into labor, which the Puppy wasn't tolerating well. I guess if you're having your head squeezed by a muscle intended to squeeze your backside, you wouldn't tolerate it well either. First they wanted me to stay longer, then in the middle of the extra hour they wanted to watch, all hell broke loose and four people came running in, turning me on my side, stripping my shirt off, and pushing compression socks onto my legs. The heart rate speed back up and stabilized and the Obstetricians came in and told me that "Today is her birthday" and a few hours later I was in the OR. My poor mom didn't get to change out of her race clothing until late that night, and our phones were rescued by a friend who brought chargers in before I went into surgery. But oh, what a difference in 12 hours...
And now look at her...
Happy Birthday Little Bit!
Posted by: Marti Dyer-Allison | July 13, 2018 at 01:11 PM