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:: Monday, March 07, 2005 ::

"Wow, look at you now, flowers in the window..." (Travis)

I’m not even sure what happened to the rest of February. I do know that the weekend before Valentine’s Day, Natalie put forth a valiant effort to be born. However, the doctors reasoned that her coming 6 weeks early was not the best plan of action. I spent many days in the hospital on various drugs guaranteed to stop contractions and sedate the baby… all the while having contractions and feeling Natalie kick-boxing away. The doctors finally gave up on the drugs, which is of course when the contractions stopped. Home again, bed rest, on-and-off contractions, a wee bit of frustration at nothing happening. Yep, that’s where I’ve been.
But… Stupid Thursday is losing its pernicious grip on our lives. This last Thursday, the only stupid circumstance was my convincing El Hubby that we didn’t need to take our bags to the hospital because my contractions were once again pointless. Thus the made-for-tv-movie-moment of him rushing home to get the camera while I was being prepped for a c-section. Hooray for irony!
Our Natalie is here and beautiful and perfect and ours. I don’t know yet how to describe the deliciousness of being a mom. I’ll just leave it at that then. :)


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