One year ago today your father and I were up at the crack of dawn and on our way to the hospital to have an amniocentesis to see if you were ready to be born. I was 37 weeks pregnant. We had a scheduled C-Section for July 22nd, so we would do the test to check for lung maturity on the 21st. For some reason, when the nurse told me that a very small percentage of women will go into labor as a result of the test, I thought "well, since it is a small percentage, it will probably happen to me!" So we brought my packed bag and our cameras and left your sister with her Nonna.
Just in case.
While waiting the required hour after the test to see if labor would start (and secretly planning a very non-Gestational Diabetic lunch at McDonald's) the nurse who ALWAYS read my blood pressure as too high came in. I knew I was in trouble. Sure enough, she got several high readings and they decided to send us over to the hospital just to make sure everything was ok.
I was still planning my lunch at McDonald's.
Until I did.
After that, things went pretty fast.
Dr. Dad barely had time to run to the car and get our cameras, call our families and get back to me. I was taken to the OR and Dr. Dad got on his Daddy Scrubs and it was show time.
There you were, at 2:32 pm, 6 lbs. 15 oz and 20 inches long.
I didn't get my McDonald's that day, but I think what I got instead was a lot better.
This year has been a blur, as everyone told me it would be. We are so busy in our lives as a family of four. To be honest, I haven't enjoyed every minute of it (spit-up, anyone?) but I have loved you every second of it.
And aren't we all just so Lucky.