Six years ago (last Saturday), I woke up feeling weird around 7:45am. Megan had spent the night at Aunt Kate's house (fortunately). A couple minutes later my contractions started. They started at about 2 mins apart, so it only took me a few to wake up Rob. Rob was supposed to be working at his weekend job that day, but for some reason had switched from the catering job he was supposed to do early in the day in Boston to one close by later in the day, so he hadn't left yet. Rob got up and slowly started getting the house ready so we could head to the hospital in a while. I told him we needed to call the dr NOW. He thought I was over-reacting a bit, but got the phone. I left a message with the answering service to page the dr on call and call me back. By the time he called back not too long after, I couldn't even talk on the phone. The dr asked Rob how far away from the hospital we were. When Rob told him we were about ten minutes away, the dr told him to get me in the car and get there - we didn't have time for an ambulance to get there. Rob got me out to the car and started driving. I started yelling because the contractions had gotten so severe, plus they told me with Megan that if you made noise, the contractions didn't work as well. Rob made it to the hospital in about 7 mins (thank heavens it was a Sat morning and there wasn't much traffic!). My water broke as we pulled into the parking lot. Rob turned to me and said "would you like me to drop you off first or should I park the car?" I looked at him like he was crazy and informed him that he was running in to tell the nurses I was having a baby in the car. He ran in and told the first hospital person he saw, who hit a button, informing everyone of an emergency. It seemed like there were dozens of nurses surrounding the car. They checked to see if Kylie's head was out, discovered she was crowning, but not out yet, and pulled me out of the car and onto a gurney. L&D was on the 2nd floor so someone was holding the elevator doors open for us. The nurses pushed the gurney into the elevator, looked at each other and decided I wasn't going to make it. They pulled the gurney out of the elevator and into a triage room across the hall. Rob in the meantime was standing next to the car, not sure what to do. The valet grabbed his keys and pushed him into the hospital. He grabbed my hand as they pushed me into the triage room. A doctor ran around us and caught Kylie as she was born. She wasn't breathing, so a nearby nurse grabbed her and she and two others worked on Kylie until they got her to breathe. I didn't stop bleeding, so I had several nurses working on me as well. I'm glad I didn't deliver in the car!
When things quieted down, I asked Rob why in the world he asked if he should park the car first. He responded with "I thought you were being over-dramatic". Huh.
The nurse who grabbed Kylie came back to check on us a bit later. She said the funniest part of the whole thing was that just as I was pushed through the doors, there was a tour of prospective mothers going through the lobby. The looks on their faces were priceless! :)
Kylie, we are so glad you are part of our family! Life wouldn't be the same without you. I love your sense of humor and your confidence! You bring so much joy to our family!
The day she was born (several hours later - somehow Rob didn't remember to grab the camera until much later) ~
A few months old ~
Age one ~
Age two, having fallen asleep holding Beth ~
Age three ~
Just before her 4th birthday (we gave all the binkies to the binkie fairy the night before her birthday) ~
Age five ~
Almost age six ~
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