Seven years ago today
I was a bloated mess
Pregnant, uncomfortable & 2 weeks over my due date
I was miserable
I went to bed and couldn’t sleep
I realised I was getting woken up every 10 minutes or so
And because I am a genius, it took me ’til 2 o’clock in the morning to realize what was keeping me awake
Contractions
DUH
They were 6 minutes apart & from what I could remember from the one & only birthing class we went to (Diamond kept making jokes during the real life birth video & I fell asleep = fail)
6 minutes apart meant, time to go to the hospital
We got in the car, no rush – I was feeling OK – and started the 20 minute drive to the hospital
It was the middle of the night, so no traffic to contend with
My contractions started coming pretty fast once we got in the car – like one after the other, after the other
After the fucking other
Game on
Diamond, excited to have permission, put the pedal to the medal and started to DUH-RIVE!
3 blocks later we were pulled over by the police
Diamond explained that his wife was in labor – the cop took one look at the moaning whale (me) in the passenger seat, and said, GO!
No babies on the side of the road for me thankyouverymuch
We got to the hospital – Diamond actually skidded into the emergency bay
I couldn’t get out of the car without help – so he bolted off to get me a wheelchair
I’m surprised he didn’t do a ‘Dukes of Hazzard butt slide’ across the front of the car
I got a wheelchair, checked in, and they sent me up to the labor ward
The head labor nurse (otherwise known as the mole from hell) said they couldn’t give me a room until they established that I was, in fact, IN labor
So while she was examining me ‘down there’ my water broke (or maybe I should say gushed) all over her head – then I threw up on her shoes
How do ya like me now?
So yeah, it was ‘established’ I was in labor and they gave me a room
My first order of business was to whine, nag & beg until they agreed to get me an epidural
I had heard that sometimes hospitals get busy, and if there’s an emergency delivery, the anesthesiologist can become flat out busy and unavailable for the ‘normal’ births
While I was hoping to have one of the ‘normal’ births, there was no-way-in-fucking-hell I was doing this shit without the drugs
Nuh-uh
Bring on the elephant tranquilizers
I had watched my best friend a few years before (because I was NEVER having kids and it didn’t matter if it put me off) give birth, and it was HO-RRI-BLE!
But watching her had me thinking, well, that’s worse case scenario – so there’s no way I’ll have it like that
2 hours later, after a bit if huffing and a puffing, a pushing and a whooshing – out she came
The end
I fucking WISH that was how it happened
Some 26 hours later
With Diamond not leaving my side once
My Mum standing there with the video camera that she never turned on
My Dad downstairs in the cafeteria entertaining the locals and taking bets on what time his new grand-baby would be born
Me, with more epidural top ups than I can remember
100+ stitches
And a level of exhaustion I had never known
Out she came
They took her away
I finally got to hold her after a few hours

Then she was in ICU for a few says
Then she was ours

She is so smart
So interested in EVERYTHING
So funny
So inquisitive
So pretty
So tall
So determined
So good to her little sister
And my favourite thing?
When she walks with me
She ALWAYS holds my hand
She just wraps her beautiful long fingers around mine, and leans into me
She’s 7 today
And like Mrs Magoo
She wants to be called by her ‘Poppy’ name
So Happy Birthday Mrs Macaroni & Cheese

I love being your Mummy…