It's tomorrow in China and Margot is now 29 years old.
So, 29 years ago, we were living in Lebanon (Ohio). I woke up early in the morning thinking something was a little off (won't get into the graphic details). This was about 6:00 AM. I woke John and said I thought he needed to take the boys to the sitter. He ambled around while I woke the boys and started to get ready. Finally, I had to get a bit forceful and tell him I was not fooling around.
A bit startled, he took the boys the few blocks to Jackie's house and returned. We set off about 6:30 AM. As we drove down to Cincinnati in rush hour traffic, I began to panic a bit because I could figure out exactly where I was in the process. I was using trucks we were passing at 80 miles an hour as transitory focal points.
We got lost on the way to the hospital and ended up with a police escort. We arrived at the hospital at 7 which is pretty unbelievable if you know the distance and the fact that we had to recover from getting lost (we'd never actually visited the hospital and the boys were born in Columbus). They admitted me, took me to the room, and I had to let them know that I thought I was about in transition.
"Yes, dear," they patted me on the head until the Resident came in to check me and said, "Get her into delivery NOW."
I had asked for a Leboyer delivery, since Lamaze was old hat by that time. Well, no Leboyer happened. Things went too fast. They took me into the delivery room, got me into position (with the slums of Cinncy visible outside the picture window in front of me) and left me. Yep. John was in the bathroom, the doc wasn't there yet and I laid there thinking, hmm, if this baby should emerge, I hope the floor is soft.
The short ending is that Margot was born about 7:40. Sunnyside up and on her due date. The cool part was that I didn't have to go through any of the preliminaries (except for the IV) including any type of anesthesia or pain meds.
And so began the most precious of relationships. I adore my sons. They are the BEST!!! But there is something about having a daughter that has me thanking God on a daily basis that we were blessed with three children.
So our little baby has grown up to be an Olympic contender. Perhaps that is why she was eager to emerge quickly and get started on her path!