Happy Birthday Emily!!

They say that a woman never tires of telling her labor story. In fact, there was a study done between 1964 and 1971 where a child birth educator made the women write their birth stories out. Then 20 years later, these same women were told to do it again. Most of the stories were word for word. So, I'm no different. Here is my Emily story.

Six years ago today...right now...I was in class. Yes, in a class. I got this idea after I graduated college and got laid off from my accounting job to go back to school and get a medical secretary degree. That all ended on December 9, 2002.

I woke up that morning and went to the Dr. He told me to expect to be pregnant for at least 2 more weeks. I was ok with that. I wasn't miserable, and thought I had 2 more weeks to enjoy being kid free. I had breakfast with Brian at McDonalds and went to class. After class, I went home, and wrapped up all the Christmas goodies I was sending to Brian's family and took them to UPS. My parents called and invited us to lunch. It was a Monday, and we were having the leftovers from Sunday. Salsa Chicken. Isn't it funny the things you remember??

Brian was working swings, so he left the house at 3:30 for work. At 4:00, I got my first "twinge". As it was my first baby, I had no idea what I was feeling. I thought I was ill from the salsa chicken. About seven minutes later, I got my second "twinge". Again, no clue. About five minutes later, my third twinge came. I thought, "Man, these are coming like every couple minutes.....Ooohhhhhh." I called Brian and told him what I thought was happening. He said, "Call me if you thinks it's the real thing." He suggested calling my mom to sit with me. I was going to call her until 5:00 if they were still coming. I was watching something on TV and wanted to see the whole show.

About 4:30, I decided I couldn't wait. I called her and she showed up in record time. My contractions started coming stronger and every 3-5 minutes. This was happening way to fast, I thought. I called Brian at 6:30 and told him to come home (it took him forever, by the way) and called the hospital at 7:30. They told me that there was no way it was time yet. She said to take 2 Tylenol and drink 3 glasses of water and call back in a hour if I was still having contractions. Well, an hour later, I was in so much pain, I didn't think I could make it to the hospital. My contractions were right on top of each other. The nurse said, "Well, you can come in, but we'll probably send you home."

We left for the hospital, and honestly, I don't remember the drive much. I know for a fact that if I hadn't gone to Lamaze classes, that she would have been born in the car. I knew how to breathe without pushing. I told the insurance lady that I needed to push, and they wheeled me right up. I remember briefly thinking that I looked horrible. I had on sweat pants and a T-shirt (probably Brian's considering my enormous size) and these horridly ugly, fuzzy socks.

When I got up to the room, I told the nurse that had told me to drink water that I needed to push. She said, "No, you don't, you probably just need to use the restroom." She decided to check me at the last minute and I saw her panic. Emily was on her way. She hurriedly set everything up and told me to push. I asked about the Dr. and she said he was on his way, but she didn't think he would make it in time. I'm thinking, "So the crazy lady that told me to drink water is going to deliver my baby?" I also asked about drugs, and was told that it was too late for drugs. Anyway, the dr made it (my favorite dr that I had seen), and 42 minutes after we arrived at the hospital, and 2 pushes later, at 9:46 pm, Emily Anne Moix arrived.

Sorry that you had to endure my story, but I had to tell it on this day. I wish I had pictures of that day. I have hard copies, but all our computer pictures were lost when we moved here and our hard drive was broken. I'll share pictures of her birthday later!! We have a fun day planned!!

Emily, I am so proud of you. You have seen heartache already in your young life, yet you always have a smile on your face. I'm so glad that you have accepted Christ as your personal Savior and strive to please Him. I love you baby....you will always be my baby girl!!!

Mommy