So, today is the day.
I am officially old.
Okay, really, this isn't about me...but I am sure that I can find a way to work it it in somehow!
Seriously, Mikayla is 12 years old today.
Can you believe that 12 years ago today I had my first baby?
It was a Monday, and my last day at work before taking maternity leave.
I knew that I was probably in labor when I went to work that morning, but I had some things to finish up and the labor pains weren't too bad.
So, off I went.
I am sure that I was quite a sight walking down the hallway, pausing every few steps to let the contractions subside.
I really was just waiting for them to get a little more regular...but that never really happened.
I was also hoping that my water would break and I would just know that it was time to go.
Well, at about 5 pm, as I was finishing up for the day...it occurred to me that my water might have already broken and I just didn't know it (it would require details that wouldn't be fit for public consumption, so I will spare you).
I called Troy and said, "I think I might be in labor and maybe my water broke. I am going to the hospital."
Troy wanted to come and get me at work and drive me to the hospital, but I was fine...plus it makes for a better story to say that I had to drive myself to the hospital to have a baby.
So, I got to the hospital and I was dilated to a seven and sure enough my water had broken. But, because my water had probably been broken for quite some time (like since the night before) they put me on pitocin and REALLY got me going.
That was about 6 pm. And at 9 pm after just a couple of pushes, we welcomed Mikayla into the world.
She was so pretty and just a wonderful little baby.
And she is still so amazing and wonderful and I am incredibly she is a part of our family.
So, happy birthday Mikayla.
We all love you.