And I Begat Maria...

and she begat Andrew and Zander.

Today Maria is one year older with two fine sons. 

 And now the tale of her birth.

My second pregnancy was no easier than the first, sick for five months, twenty-four/seven.  I got so tired of being pregnant I would crawl on my husband's lap and let him hold the baby for awhile.

One week before Maria's birth, I began labor...the real thing, but for some reason I stopped.  Did the hospital run and every thing, felt like an idiot when four hours later they sent me home.  I was informed of an appointment and said, Nope, wasn't coming back until I had the baby.  They laughed.

Back was hurting, so I mopped floors, did dishes, started laundry, took a shower and then decided I needed to wake the driver.  By the time he was awake, I had waited so long, Hubby had to put my shoes on for me.

We are forty-five minutes from the hospital.  We are flying! Didn't even have time to take the first child down the road to Mom, she met us at the highway.

We walked into the clinic and the lady laughed and said, I see you're here for your appointment.  I said, No, Ma'am, told you I wouldn't be back until this baby was coming and I'm here to have it.  They didn't believe me.

Doc says, don't make me miss my cake...they were celebrating his birthday, I think.  I laid in my room and kept waiting...I got on the intercom and said, Ladies, I think we better do something.  I'm not even prepped and this baby is coming out. 

The ladies came in laughing, looked and said, OMG, call the doctor.  Needless to say, he missed the party but they saved him some cake.

Totally natural child birth, no pain killers, no gas, nothing.  Hubby was with me.  The doctor was joking about going into business together...us the breeders, he the deliverer and then we sell the baby. 

Less than an hour after we reached the clinic, Maria was born.  Nine pounds and eight ounces!  I begged Doc to let me walk out of the delivery room.  I said, Come on, let's really shock them.  He wouldn't go for it...but he did let Maria and me go home that day.  Things sure were different in the seventies.

Today, I say, Happy Birthday, Maria.  I love you, I'm proud of you and you will always be my baby girl!!