Saturday, January 16, 2010
We had a wonderful conversation, although we've talked on the phone and on Facebook quite often in the past few years it's actually been years since we've met in person.
Eventually the topic turned to registering his daughter in kindergarten, the applications for the process have to be in by the end of the month. Now I need to mention his daughter is almost exactly a year older than Nathan, so they are very similar in age.
But when I felt about the oldest I've ever felt was when he reminded me that WE HAD MET in KINDERGARTEN- And therefore had KNOWN EACH OTHER 25 Years now!!!!!
I nearly died
and we were almost our children's age when we met?
How did I possible get this old?
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
I had already convinced (or basically just agreed with) the OBGYN that we would do a scheduled C-section and the hospital had that booked for January 8th.
So one way or another I knew the baby would be in my arms by this date....
I really wasn't expecting what happened.
What's that saying? "If you want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans."?!!?!
So our beautiful new bundle arrived 2 and half weeks early. In another city and on Christmas day!
He's beautiful. He's Healthy. He's the best Christmas Present anyone could ever get. But Gosh was he a surprise that day!!!
We'd gone down to Calgary Christmas Eve and were staying at my Dad's house.
In Retrospect now, I realize I was probably in the beginning stages of Labor all night, since I couldn't sleep for more that an hour without my hips hurting so bad that I needed to get up to pee and relieve the pressure. That had been happening for weeks though, not quite once an hour, but I'd been getting up about every 2 hours for weeks at home, so this didn't strike me as all that strange.
However, when we started opening presents on Christmas morning things changed! Not only was I up going to the bathroom constantly I was now getting definite pains. - and I spent the whole time we were doing Christmas morning trying to convince myself that although they might feel like labour pains there was no way I was in labour, at best it was braxton hicks or in my eloquent way "I was faking it". I tried for hours to hold out hope that they were irregular ( a sign that it was braxton hicks) and that they would stop. I hid out down stairs in the bedroom, I hate being the centre of attention at the best of times, when I'm in pain that would be one of the worst things you could do to me. I took a shower, I plead to Chris to make it stop, I was desperate not to have a baby on Christmas Day. And finally after hours of this, and my contractions getting to the point of less than 3 minutes apart. He put his foot down "this is not braxton hicks, you are not faking it. And since I am not delivering a baby here or in the car we need to go to the hospital NOW!"
Long story short our Beautiful son Gregory was in my arms at 3: 36pm that afternoon. We've now had 2 and 1/2 extra weeks with him. He's snuggly, and perfect, and so worth missing Christmas dinner for!
Our little Christmas Miracle!