Her Story

December 15, 1997.  I woke up, got dressed and went to work.  I had a scheduled appointment with the endocrinologist for 2 pm.   B had his pager.  We had a plan for how we’d meet just in case.  When I paged, he wasn’t to call but to go straight to the hospital.  I had been carrying my suitcase in the trunk of my car for weeks.

Sure enough, when they did the sonogram, doctor said it was time. Something about cord in all four quadrants and not enough fluid.  I went back to work and told my boss I would not be in the next day.  I set my Outlook out of office, moved my pending files to co-workers, and logged out.

My parents were in Galveston for my uncle Martin’s funeral. Who knew my mother was to die five weeks later.  Life never stops giving.  She really wanted to be there.

My-in-laws picked up Pony from school and joined us at the hospital. Very different than the first time.  I did not want to be induced and I was scared.  But this was Womens’ and Childrens’ in a suite more like our bedroom at home than a hospital.

After eating a cheese burger for a late supper in the hospital cafe, Pony was taken home against his protests.  To this day, he reminds us that he was sent away.  That he even had to go to school the next day.  He was incensed that we did not allow him to skip.

In hindsight, we should have let him stay.  He was more affected by Lulu’s birth than anyone I think.  He’d say for years, I want a brother or sister.  Really mom!!! Don’t get me anything other than a brother or sister for my birthday, Christmas, or other special occasion. He loved Lulu from before she was born. And he was such a wonderful helper.

At 10:50 pm, some almost nine hours from the appointment, Lulu Belle entered this world.  Not exactly as planned but most definitely as it should be!  Monday’s child is fair of face.  This is how I always think of her.





10 thoughts on “Her Story

  1. What a cutie! Happy birthday to Lulu. Our son was very affected by the news we were going to have another member of the family too. He was 8 and he cried. I asked him if he was sad and he said that he was crying because he was happy.

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