Three years ago we welcomed our first child into this world. I was approaching my due date and decided to go on leave from my teaching job, in hopes my little darling would soon be here.
The day before her due date I had a doctors appointment and did everything I could to get this baby here: got a pedicure, did a ton of walking at the mall and walked curbs in my neighborhood, I ate spicy food and even had the doctor strip my membranes.
The ‘maternal leave’ clock from work was ticking and the hubs had a ‘need-to-attend conference’ coming up. I felt an urgent need to have our little one on her due date or sooner.
Most people look at April 15th with dread (especially if they haven’t completed their taxes), I looked at this day as a welcomed bench mark.
On the night of April 14th I went to bed timing contractions that were inconsistent and ranged from 5 to 10 minutes apart. Contractions just seemed to be a part of my pregnancy since they started around 20 weeks, coming and going as they pleased, they just seemed a part of pregnancy. I still had great hopes she would be born the next day on her due date.
I only slept an hour or so before waking up in a wet puddle. The hubs wondered if I had wet the bed, I knew otherwise it was the bag of waters. As soon as I was up and moving the contractions came in full force, I pulled out my watch… 2 minutes apart, bringing tears to my eyes as the pain kept me curled up on the bed.
I only wanted to go into the hospital if I was going to come out holding a baby. I sent my mom to the hospital in false labor three times, beginning weeks before I was born. I did not want to do the same.
I decided I would call labor and delivery and see what they recommended. Note to self save the hospitals phone number in your phone!!! It took the hubs and I a while to actually find the number, by then the contractions were full and strong, and what I later learned I was beginning to transition. On to the hospital we went.
It was a fast labor and even quicker delivery. At 7:37am Lil’Miss made her grand entrance (with the cord around her neck twice) on her due date, tax day. Her dad teases that we should have named her Taxanna or IRS/Iris. The hubs after all is a CPA and what day makes you think of a CPA, April 15th, appropriate for his first born.
Three years later she is still a little fire cracker and bundle of joy.
We celebrated with a little birdie party. Lil’Miss loves egg’s nest and birds. She even has an “egg” collection in our back yard (rocks of all shapes and sizes).
Cousins came to celebrate and we had a mini egg hunt, did an egg relay race and some limbo fun.
For the egg hunt each of the eggs had directions on the outside of the egg. The kids were paired up, and they had to do what ever action was on the outside of the egg until they found the next egg. Examples: crabwalk, walk backwards, cluck like a chicken ect.
Thanks cousins for all of the fun!
Lil’Miss helped make the cupcakes and toppers. She is such a great helper.