August 17, 2008

Michael Phelps had just won his last medal of the 2008 Summer Olympics and broke the record!  I sat on the couch timing my contractions with this nice little online tool and my husband started to watch the womens’ sand volleyball tournament.  I am not huge on causing a panic so I went to bed…10 minutes later I am up.  Thinking my water broke, we call the doctor and they tell us to come in.  Now you know how on TV people rush around and aren’t quite sure what to do?  Yup this was us…considering it was 1AM.  The bag was packed…car seat was not installed..but we had to go.  Made it to the hospital, called my parents (they were 3 hours away) and we settled in.  Mind you with my son I was in labor for 26 very long hours, so we figured we had plenty of time.  My family arrived at 7AM and I was asleep, they went to get food when the nurse came in to check me.  Of course I felt pressure…or so I think I did since from my waist down, couldn’t feel a darn thing.  Needless to say the nurse said to NOT push..um ok sure no problem…I think.  She had to go get my husband who ran in just as they were prepping me.  My mom came in, in-laws and dad stayed in the hall.  So from timing to contractions to prepping for delivery was about 7 hours.  And in 2 pushes Miss Priss was here, my little one that was 2 weeks early with a head full of dark brown STRAIGHT hair.  I was now the mom of 2 little ones.

Here is how I describe Miss Priss:

The girl that was born early but made it super easy; the girl that was born with straight hair but now has a curly mess; the girl that will stand up to her brother but ask for his help; the girl that will eat Cesar salad but won’t eat chicken nuggets; the girl that can drag her brothers name out into 10 syllables (it is normally 1); the girl wants me to take her to bed and sing “Sunshine”; the girl that loves shoes; the girl that sleeps with the following : Jessie from Toy Story, a stuffed puppy, 2 babies, a bunny and her blanket; the girl that loves to color; the girl that talks a mile a minute that sometimes we understand and sometimes we don’t; the girl that is just like me; the girl that loves to dance; the girl that has a smile that will melt you; the girl that is super stubborn but smart enough to stop what she is doing when I count to 2; the girl that copies her brother; the girl that flips when she sees puppies; the girl that has no fear; the girl that makes me laugh; the girl that loves everyone…the girl that I love.

Happy Birthday Miss Priss, we love you more than you know!