11 Years Ago, Today

My youngest, dearest, darlingest (is that a word?) daughter is 11 today.  Let's look back at 11 years ago.

I was only induced because I cried.  The Dr. told us that he'd induce me on Monday, and we drove home, with me miserable.  I hate being pregnant, and this was WAY too long to deal with it.  I couldn't breath, couldn't walk, and couldn't speak coherently.  Yeah, it sucked.

Kevin called Dr. and said, essentially, "Yeah Dude, she's crying, can we do this now?"  Dr. agreed to induce the next day, which was a Friday.  I cried more.  Happy?  No.  I was just that emotional.

They induced, I had the largest child of my life.  (10.3)  I dozed off and on, not sure what was real and what was not.  At one point, Kevin (who had to go home to the other children after Nattie was born) called me at the hospital and asked how I was.  I told him that I had dreamed about Lady Di dying in a car wreck.  He informed me that it wasn't a dream, it was on the news.

Wow, that was weird.  I went back to sleep, though.  I know, that was a big story, but I was TIRED!

Anywho, this is the child who had me at home more than any other.  This is the one who has always  been attached to me at the hip.  Yeah, she still is.  Yeah, I'm OK with it.  She's my chicky.  She's always here, making me laugh.

She's the one.  She still needs me.  She still loves me.  She thinks I'm the shit.  I've been told that this is a good thing.

I love you, Natalie.  You're the shit, too.  I've been told that this is a good thing.