I ask you all today to wish The Hurricane a happy birthday. She was born late in the evening on July 31st. It was most fortunate we were in the hospital. About 30 minutes before she arrived, a nurse told me I wasn't "working" hard enough and they were probably going to send me home.
Oh, no, you're not, I replied. I'm having this baby tonight.
And indeed I did. If I had given in and gone home, The Hurricane probably would have arrived in the car, or at home, or if we were fortunate, in an ambulance -- kind of frightening possibilities since the cord was wrapped around her neck and during the last minutes of labor her pulse dropped alarmingly and she was in "fetal distress."
The Hurricane will not allow me to put her photo on my blog, so I can't show you her beautiful, warm brown eyes and her glowing auburn hair.
The Hurricane doesn't want certain people to know who she is, so I can't tell you how talented and brilliant she is and exactly what she does.
I guess I shouldn't say that she was the valedictorian at her prep school, first in her class in college, and she was elected to Phi Beta Kappa. She doubled majored in college and then chose which of her majors would become her specialty. She went to England to obtain a master's degree and she now works diligently toward her doctorate, while keeping the men of the Bay Area on their toes.
She also encourages young women to work in fields that usually "belong" to men. Other women have cracked or even broken the glass ceiling. She's smashing it to make room for all the little girls who come after her.
I won't tell you any of that about my beloved Hurricane, little sister to Favorite Young Man. I guess I also shouldn't say that she's very athletic and strong and will probably spend the rest of her life giving the world a run for its money.
Hurricane, my baby girl, I love you so much. Welcome to the world!
Infinities of love,
Mommy
I can tell you kinda like her. Happy Birthday, young lady. May your life be full of joy and success and when you make your first million...call me.
ReplyDeleteI am rather fond of her. Thank you for your kind wishes, Grandpa Coffey.
DeleteI just hate it when our kids are slackers...
ReplyDeletePlease wish her a happy birthday for me.:)
Yeah, Boomer. I really wish she'd try harder.
DeleteLovely post. I also had the cord around my neck when I was born and the midwife had to slap me into life. Nice welcome to the world.
ReplyDeleteI imagine a few more women have give you a slap since then, eh?
DeleteI had something similar when my son was born. I just had this intensely strong feeling one morning that I should go to the hospital--period. Wasn't in labor, but just knew I had to be there. We were about an hour's drive away. My (future ex) husband thought I was nuts and was angry that I would take him away from work that morning for no good reason (I didn't drive back then), but I WAS crazy insistent so we went. They didn't know why I was there and neither did I, but I knew I was supposed to stay. They said they'd induce me--against what I believe, but it was the only way they'd let me stay. Gave me an enema to prep me for induction--and my water broke in the toilet and I went into full labor contractions every 1-2 minutes. I had him 45 minutes later, and that was even managing to stop labor for about 7-8 minutes (again, just did it because I felt I was supposed to--like a cat--lol!) till they came to draw blood and asked me to make a fist. The cord was wrapped tightly around his neck and was preventing his birth and choking him! The frantically scrubbed up doctor arrived just in the nick of time to dig in there and cut the cord. If we hadn't be AT the hospital, he would have died in the car on the way there. My Dagan was born with more strikes against him, too, but he has fooled them all. ;)
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday, Hurricane!! :):)
That's amazing, Rita.
DeleteAww... this is precious! Happy Birthday Hurricane! It looks like your mama sure does love you!!
ReplyDeleteThank you for joining us, Bobbi.
DeleteHAPPY BIRTHDAY to a wonderful young woman!!
ReplyDeleteThanks, fishducky!
DeleteOf course she's all of that and more, she was born on the 31st wasn't she? Didn't you know that all people born on July 31st are the most brilliant, beautiful, geniuses, can't say enough about them, people of the world? I should know.....:)
ReplyDeleteHAPPY BIRTHDAY HURRICANE (really like that nickname) !
July 31st definitely produces great women!
DeleteI hope she had a wonderful birthday, you do sound like a proud mummy but hell most of us mums are proud of our children..........
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday Hurricane!
ReplyDeleteAnd for the record, I also have mixed feelings about having photos on the blog... so yeah, I get it. Only partials of the kids faces, and maybe a random one of me and Tony other than the profile ones.
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ReplyDeletehappy birthday Hurricane. she sounds like an amazing woman. you're lucky. i was born in the morning of July 1 :)
ReplyDeleteJuly is a good month in which to be born, isn't it?
DeleteHappy be-lated birthday Hurricane! It's obvious your mother is very proud of you. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mel. I told her about this post, so she'll see all the comments.
DeleteAww, happy birthday, Hurricane! And thanks for all you do for the gender. ;) And thank YOU Madame Lola for telling the nurse to step off when she suggested you go home.
ReplyDeleteNobody messes with Mama when a hurricane is on the way.
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