This is normally a question I just can't answer. I'm normally doing good to remember what I had for breakfast two days ago, but I can answer it tonight.
In about two hours, it'll be a year since my water broke. Darn that Popeye's chicken. :) Rob had brought me dinner and I got a piece of chicken stuck in my windpipe. So I started coughing hard enough and well, about ten minutes later, I started gushing.
I can still remember calling to Rob from the bathroom that we were going to have a baby, then calling the doctor, calling Mandi and my mom, and going to the hospital. Roisin wasn't born for another three days (my labor was temporarily stalled to make sure her lungs were okay) but December 3, 2006 was the start of it.
It's funny how you remember things when they mark the beginning of your life changing forever. Roisin, my love, even though you decided to come nine weeks early, thank you for coming safe and sound.
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About Me
- Krista
- Wife, mom of a preemie, follower of the old ways, lover of anything Irish or Celtic, history buff, trivia nut, Star Trek and Ren Faire geek and costuming fiend. Offer me coffee or chocolate and world peace is assured. Or at least I'll try really hard. :) I also believe in deleting spam. So, to the person or persons who keep leaving me comments in Chinese (along with links to what I can clearly tell are Chinese porn sites) stop it. It's bad karma, to say nothing of being really, really rude.
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