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Once upon a time I dreamed of being a mother.  And when I found out I was pregnant after only 6 months of blissful marriage, I was ecstatic.  We immediately ran to Barnes and Noble to get "What to Expect When You're Expecting" and I read it cover to cover that night.  I don't recommend doing that.  Reading about labor right after you find out your pregnant can be kind of scary.

Nine long months passed – some of them spent on the couch (or over the toilet).  And one night I watched a show on Dateline about hypnotherapy for labor.  They had one woman who used it, and was calm.  The other didn't, and screamed her head off.  I don't respect screamers – it's downright silly – get a hold of yourself!  Anyway – I don't recommend that either.  I cried all night, scared out of my right mind.

Then the next day I went to the doctor who said the babies head had fallen very low, but my cervix was still not dilated.  "I have some concerns about your uterus and the possibility of it falling out". 

What?  A-hem.  Umm?  Huh??

That was NOT in the "What to Expect…" book.  

Anyway. 

That's the story of how I was admitted to the hospital on September 21st, 1999.  Spent a long uncomfortable night with some medicine that would make my cervix open.  And then spent some scary hours trying to get you here the next day.

But in the end – you made me a MOTHER.

You made my dreams come true.