Five years ago today, I was at the hospital because I was supposed to be getting some Cervadil stuck up inside my “personal area” (and really, there’s not much private about it anymore considering how many people in that hospital saw it; amazing how you stop caring once you’re in labour) so that I could be induced the following day. I was waiting around and then my doctor came in, took one look at how much I was contracting on the monitor and he said, “oh no, no. You really don’t need this, you’re doing fine on your own. Go home, get some rest in your own bed and come back at 6:30 am tomorrow. Go relax.”
My idea of “relaxing” was to go home and watch the saddest episode of “Third Watch” ever written where George made a valiant effort not to laugh while all my pregnancy hormones and I sobbed hysterically on the couch. Then I went to bed and actually had a decent sleep (for the last time since that day, I think!).
Five years ago I looked like this:
I can’t believe that tomorrow the tiny little six-pound-eleven-ounce baby that was in there is going to turn five years old. I don’t even know how that’s possible.
She’s not all that impressed to be going to school on her birthday but hopefully the fact that she’s taking a box of TimBits in with her to share with her class who will all sing “Happy Birthday” to her will ease her into acceptance. When she comes home she’ll open her presents from George and I and from Breanna. Breanna’s giving her the game “Operation” and I can’t wait to try it out with her, I always loved that game. George and I got her a little radio and CD player for her room. She had been using mine but I got that when I was about 14 or 15 years old so it’s a bit, er, ancient and the CDs wouldn’t play anymore. She likes to listen to music when she goes to bed, so it will be a big hit; we’re also giving her a Carrie Underwood CD to go with it since that’s her favorite singer.
Five. FIVE. I am a little stunned. I’m going to go and repeat FIVE until I believe it. It may take awhile.
Oh man…I remember when Hayley was born! My birthday is today (Sept. 19) and I was so hoping to be able to share the day with Hayley, but she was born a day later. Every year, I always think, “Oh! Hayley’s birthday is coming up!”
That’s kind of strange, I guess, given that I’ve never met either of you and I’m not even a frequent commenter or anything. It’s just one of those things–I feel like I know your family so well, and almost sharing a birthday with Hayley is part of it!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAYLEY!!!
I can remember you posting that photo too, and remarking at the basketball under your t-shirt.
What episode of Third Watch was it?
Hi Sherry, I remember that photo also. It’s been great sharing the last five years with you. Happy birthday Hayley !! Time flies when you’r having fun,huh!! I don”t comment often but I read you everyday.
Happy Birthday Hayley!! 🙂
Wow I’m stunned as well! I’ve been reading you for FIVE years and watched your little ones growing across cyberspace. They are beautiful girls and I hope that Hayley has a very wonderful birthday, despite going to school! I’m sure you will make it special – you always have such creative ideas!
Five? Crazy.
That said, you look absolutely beautiful in that picture. 🙂
Now why didn’t you have the good sense to have Hayley on a holiday so that she’d never have school on her birthday? Humph! 🙂
I already wished it to you over the phone, but:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAYLEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love, Auntie Amanda
Angie – It was the episode where two construction workers, a man and his son-in-law are trapped in a building and they have no way to save one without killing the other so they both have to decide who lives and dies, record a goodbye tape, etc. It was BRUTAL. It would make me cry now, but while pregnant and hormonal I was a total MESS watching it.