Thirteen years ago at this time I was sitting on a big red chair with a heating pad under me, watching "Hello, Dolly!" and trying to ignore back labor.
I had already been on the phone twice with the helpful nurses in the Birth Center at PeaceHealth Hospital in Eugene, who kept telling me to take Tylenol, use a heating pad, take showers, walk, keep eating lightly ("Have a bologna sandwich!" one of them told me), and don't go in until I had to. I was also on the phone more than once with my sister-in-law, who kept telling me to not go to the hospital until I had to.
So I tried to ignore the painful cramping, as I contemplated the reality that back labor isn't in the back at all, but a lot lower.
Thirteen years ago on this day I was packing my bag with the rose pink sweater, hat and bootie set that "Nana" (my mother-in-law) crocheted (along with three other sets, two sweaters and a dress) after she learned the baby was going to be a girl.
Thirteen years ago everyone was exclaiming about how unusual the 90 degree days we had been having were at the end of May and early June, and how big the full moon was.
Thirteen years ago I was about to enter a sleepness night the culminated in a 5am trip to the hospital where they didn't send me home.
And thirteen years ago, my life was about to change forever.
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