Happy Birthday, Abby!
I’ll never forget the day the doctors told me they wanted to induce me on birthday. I had to wonder, “How fun is it going to be to have a baby… to be induced and have a baby… on my birthday? How fun will it be in years to come for the child? For me? Should I even be thinking about the ‘fun,’ when I’m not being induced for the fun, but, hello, the safety of the delivery? Guilt. Guilt. Guilt.” I asked the doctors if there were any other days before or after? And they pointed out how important it was that we did not wait much longer, and that the doctor we all preferred was only available on February 7. So it seemed the best date all around. Well that did it. Of course I would be induced on my birthday.
So the night before, February 6th, I was going about a million things, getting ready to have our third child, when I started to feel contractions. Regularly. All through the night. By the time I got to the hospital, they were strong and consistent. Bada-bing-bada-boom, I had gone into labor on my own on my birthday! Can you stand it? Yes, it was the best birthday ever. But I must admit, every birthday with Abby becomes more fun. It’s truly special and a blessing.
Happy Birthday, Abby! Now, when do we get to go for our first birthday run together? That will, no doubt, be a truly great run.
May your next run be a good one.
Rebecca