Our first night home!! She weighed just over 4 1/2 pounds!! And, yes, her hair looks brown here but, trust me, it is red!
There have been lots of walks down memory lane these past days/weeks…and lots of thoughts of my Miss Em – guess that does not come as a surprise. So many good ones I could share – just to have them written down, if for no other reason…but today I thought I would go back to the very beginning (a very good place to start….) This should be good just because I was so naive – and, yes, a bit of a dork!!
While I was pregnant with Em, I was working full time. I had a due date of November 1st – but on the Thursday before Labor Day weekend (yes, in September), I began spotting at work. As honest as I know to be, I thought nothing of it. Only when it began to get heavier (quite heavy I can say now), did I ask the secretary next to me, “Do you think this is normal??”
She really did try to remain calm as she told me emphatically, “NO!” but I really did think she was bit melodramatic. Believe it or not, when I called my doctor’s office, they told me to come right in……I left everything right on my desk and my computer running because I truly thought I would be back in an hour or two?!? (Did I mention being naive?)
Two hours later……I’m in the hospital on complete bed rest. I was able to go home several days later but remained on complete bed rest for four weeks! My sweet hubbie was amazing…so sweet and attentive that, quite honestly, I was lovin’ life!! Every pound I gained was WONDERFUL…(goodness, what happened to that attitude)….all 17 of them!!
One morning – at 35 weeks – we were off to the doctor’s office to decide if they should start weaning me off the meds that were keeping the pre-term labor under control. The doctor wanted to monitor the baby for a bit so they hooked me up….he stepped out of the room for just a minute….and my water broke! To say I had excessive fluid would really not describe the scene in that little office…even the doctor was a bit taken back.
They wanted to call an ambulance to transport me to the hospital but we convinced them to allow Hubbie to take me…it really wasn’t too far. I love this part…..we stopped along the way to find a pay phone (yes, a pay phone) to call my mother!! That’s right….in labor…seriously “leaking”…making a collect call on a pay phone – and then some group of teenagers pulls up to the curb to ask for directions!?!?
I think you get the whole naive thing. Now for the dork part. Miss Em arrives!! Just a tiny little thing and is immediately rushed off to the NICU. I certainly didn’t get a chance to hold her – I really didn’t even see her. So, of course, I’m asking EVERYONE what does she look like?? Tell me every detail. Well, every single one of these someones told me the same thing, “She has red hair!”
What?? I have brown hair. Her dad has brown hair. Both generations before us have brown hair. I have nothing against red hair (in fact, I’m quite partial to it now) but I didn’t think that was possible. I just knew it was a joke. They would tell me she has red hair and I would say, “No, she doesn’t.” They would insist that she does – as they looked at me quite oddly, I might add.
Finally – and I hate to even admit this but I finally announced quite boldly, “If that baby has red hair, I’ll leave her in this hospital.” Uhhhh??? How dumb can you feel when they wheel you up to see you brand new ,beautiful baby girl with a head full of red (er, orange) downy fluff!!
Fast forward twenty years…..my sweet Em has without a doubt some of the most beautiful hair I’ve ever seen! It has drawn her attention and many compliments all her life!! Thank goodness, her daddy made me take her home!! 🙂