My Sweet Girl

10 years ago, today, a lot of our presumptions about the world were about to change.  But that is not what comes to my mind first, when I think about September 10th.  On September 10th, 8 years ago, I went into labor with Ella.  Now, keep in mind, that I was due on October 24th.  My wonderful hubby was in New York City for a conference and my mother-in-law was here helping with the boys.  I had this horrible feeling, exactly like 45 minutes before my water broke with Jack, so I called the doctor.  To this day, I adore my doctor for saying, "Well, get down here."  Good doctors are priceless.  By the time I got to the hospital, I was having contractions 3 minutes apart.  This is the part where I settled into the hospital for a long 8 days of trying to keep the baby safe and sound in her cozy little home.  My husband on the other hand, called home that evening, after seeing our attempted calls, expecting to hear what a fun day we had here.  My oldest answered the phone and chatted away, then was asked, "Can I talk to Mommy?"  The poor man did not expect his answer, "Oh, she's at the hospital having the baby."  You can imagine the panic and plane changing attempts that ensued.  Unfortunately, not a soul wanted to fly on the anniversary of 9/11, so every flight was booked out that night of the 10th.  We finally decided that I was stable and he should just wait until the next day to fly home. He did got some very judgmental looks at dinner, when he explained why he was checking his phone all the time.  This is the story I will remember, our story of 2 hour ultrasounds and keeping Ella safe for 8 days until it was safe for her to come out and greet us.

She was worth every second.