I was 38 weeks pregnant when we realized Miss Spitfire wasn't giving me any signs that she wanted to come out. J had his orders and he was leaving in February for Iraq. He was at Camp Atterbury the entire last month I was pregnant! So I asked my OB ever so nicely if she would consider inducing me so he could not only be here for her birth, but be able to see her a couple of times before he left! She was very hesitant to be quite honest. I was hoping and praying, had everything on my body that could cross, crossed! She saw my desperation and said yes! We were scheduled to go in January 28th at 8pm!
So that night my wonderful mother took my Angel for the night, actually the entire hospital stay! J and I made it to the hospital, it was so snowy and icy out! I got all hooked up to the most wonderful sounding monitor in the world... the fetal heart rate monitor, I love it! I had some inducing gel inserted ( sorry TMI, but I can't remember the name of it)! I was told to get some rest because we would be starting the pitocin in the morning when the doctor came back to do her rounds on all of us pregnant momma's that were there that night! Of course I couldn't rest, I was SOOOO excited! My mother and father in law came up and sat with us for awhile. J was so tired and all he wanted to do was go to sleep. He did, his parents left and it was just me and the T.V. I finally fell asleep really late, only to be woke up about an hour later in serious pain. I received my epidural around 4ish. I called my mother in law to let her know I was in labor and I was at a 6, so if she wanted to be here she needed to get on the move ( especially with road conditions being a little scary)!
I woke J up to let him know...she is ready to come out! I then again called my mother in law ( it had been about an hour and she still wasn't there). She told me to close my legs and hold her in until she could get there, lol :) My doctor came in and said yes, she is definitely ready to make her entrance! I got really excited, but a little scared too! I couldn't wait on my mother in law, I had to push and had to push right then. 3 pushes later, we heard a very loud cry that actually sounded like a high pitched squeal, but our second little girl was now laying on my stomach! My mother in law walked in as soon as laid her on me, LOL! She had missed it, but we were still thrilled she made it when she did! Spitfire looked just like our Angel, but a lot chunkier ( or at least it appeared that way, lol). January 29th at 6:29am she weighed 8lbs 3oz and was 19in long. She had a head full of black hair and beautiful golden skin. She looked like a little Indian baby. She was beautiful!
We were at the hospital for 3 days, J returned to Camp Atterbury after being gone for 5 days. I drove the girls ( yes a newborn baby) down there a couple times a week before he left. J left for Iraq 3 weeks to the date after she was born. He came home 12 months later and she was 13 months old!
Today Miss Spitfire is 7 years old! She has grown up so much and so fast! She is truly living up to her nickname, my Spitfire. She is beautiful, but has some serious sass and attitude. She is the tell like it is kind of girl, but feels bad after she does it :) She is spunky with a style of her own, she loves sports and anything she can do athletically! She loves school and is liked by everyone! She is a fun kid that I just can't believe is 7 years old. The years flew by and I am sure the next 7 will be just as fast! Happy Birthday my Sweet Girl, I love you!!!!
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