Today I want to share with you about two very special people in my life. My daughter and my father. You may ask why I chose to include both of them in today's post, read the story and you will understand.
My parents had several grandchildren, by the time I got married they had four grandsons, they had just about given up hope of ever getting a granddaughter. My father so looked forward to having a granddaughter to spoil and love.
I married in 1987 and in the Summer of 1989 we found out we were expecting our first child. I was somewhat scared, being a first time mother and all. I relished every moment of my pregnancy, I spent hours putting together a nursery and preparing for our babies entrance into the world. I was already 17 weeks pregnant when we found out so I was well past my first trimester, I honestly had no idea that I was expecting but I sort of thought I might be.
The doctor told us that the baby was due January 11th, 1990. When I was around 20 weeks we found out it was going to be a girl. We were excited and my parents were ecstatic, they were finally going to get their first granddaughter. My father was so happy.
January 11th came and went, by this time I was getting pretty big and miserable to say the least. The doctor did not want to intervene and chose to let nature take its course. On February 6th I had my weekly OB Checkup and the babies heart rate was decelerating so the OB doc thought it best to admit me and go ahead and induce my labor. So I was admitted that evening and the induction was set for the following morning, February 7th. My fathers birthday was February 8th so we had so hoped that given this was my first time she would be born on his birthday. What a wonderful birthday present! Sometime during the night I became very restless and had a bad headache. The nurses suggested I was just uptight because of the pending induction the following morning so they gave me something to help me sleep. That was around 11 p.m, instead of going to sleep, I became more and more restless and my back was killing me, by 2:30 in the morning I demanded the nurses check me or I was going to call my OB doc personally at his home and tell him myself! So they went ahead and checked me and sure enough I was 5-7 C.M and in labor! We lovingly joke that when our daughter found out they were going to force her to come out she decided she would show them and do it on her on. She was born at 6:30 a.m on Wednesday February 7th, 1990. She weighed in at 6 pounds, 10 ounces and was 20 inches long. She was perfect.
My parents were there and my father was so proud of his new granddaughter. My aunt and my uncle came up and my Father in law and step mother in law were there as well. My husband was in the Delivery room with me. It was a special time.
Friday, my daughter turned 24. Where has the time gone? They grow up too, too fast. When I think of how fast my children have grown it brings tears to my eyes and the words of this old song come to mind:
Where are you going, my little one, little one?
Where are you going, my baby, my all?
Turn around and your two,
Turn around and your four,
Turn around and your a young lady going out of the door!
My father passed away in 1993, so he only got to spend a little over two years getting to know his granddaughter. But oh how he cherished her. Yesterday was his birthday, he would have been 82 years old. I like to think somewhere up there he was smiling down on my daughter and I this weekend.
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