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Don't blink...

I heard the song "Don't Blink" by Kenny Chesney on the radio last night and it suddenly hit me how true of a song it was.  Tomorrow my baby girl will turn ten.  This day ten years ago I was put in the hospital with high blood pressure and told, you'll meet your daughter tomorrow.  I was scared to become a mother and her dad was scared to become a father. 

I recall telling him we had to be at the hospital at 5 that day and him saying, "it isn't time".  I remember eating and eating knowing that once I got to the hospital I'd be on ice chips. I remember scurrying to pack a bag which I hadn't already done.  I had a list of what I wanted to take but it wasn't gathered at that point.  I remember being so scared when we walked into that hospital.

It was a long night.  The fetal monitor kept moving, setting off an alarm and here would come that poor nurse to fix it.  Neither of us got much sleep that night.  The next morning they induced me around 7 and remember at around 10 I was given Stadol for pain and it making me think the ceiling tiles were moving.  A few hours later I got my epidural.  A few hours after that they discovered I was starting to bleed so as soon as the OB/GYN arrived I was taken in for a c-section.  In my head it should have been around 8 or 9 in the evening but our beautiful little girl was born at 5:54 PM. 

No matter what has or hasn't happened between then and now, it is still my favorite memory of me and retro Ken.  I saw a completely different side of him in those 24 hours than I ever had.  He was attentive and loving and sweet that day. And it's hard to believe it's already been ten years.

Happy Birthday (a day early) Barbie Jr!  You are the reason I live and breathe!

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