The night my daughter Elizabeth was born...4-7-90 was the most amazing night of my life. To start things off we had a freak snow storm...now this was the night before her due date and all of my experienced mom friends had told me that first babies are always late so my husband and I went grocery shopping and bought all of my favorite strange food that I was craving to make the wait more fun. Well around 10:00 that night I felt funny and went into the bathroom and my water broke. We called my doctor and he said it was probably a urine leak
Let's face it...no one goes to the bathroom like that. My husband and I pulled a Lucy and Ricky Ricardo trip to the hospital...we had to turn around because we forgot my suitcase that had been packed for weeks and by the door.Once there I was placed in a birthing room...I was the only mom to be delivering that night...the night before 25 women gave birth, some were even in the hallway....I had all the nurses to myself all night..My contractions stopped and I was given pitocin (sp?) to speed my delivery...I kept saying "When do I get my epidural" the ob nurse misread my cervix and when my doctor came in he said that it was too late for an epidural I was ready to push..so I did and Lizzy was born 8lbs14oz. No medication for me...it really hurt but I was amazed at what my body could do and my daughter is the absolute light of my life.I wouldn't let my husband take any pictures or videos of me so all of the pictures I have are of the room and monitors. I often remember the miracle of that night and cherish the photo I have of my husband holding Elizabeth for the first time. He died of cancer 9 years later and a day doesn't go by that we don't think about his amazing and kind heart. His daughter shares his wonderful smile and spirit so in a way I see him everyday.