I pray for this year to be the best ever...I shot my hand up... this was a NOOOooooooo BRAINER!! I was NINE months... FULLY pregnant - I mean she tried to come right before Christmas - so I was ready to BUST! It looked like I swallowed a BIG basketball! We counted down the new year with my parents and my SOoooooo silly dear Mr Safety Man - escaped out in to the garage at the stroke of midnight and shut off the power... It was HYSTERICAL! My dad says to us... "Well I guess that's that - I'll toast to THAT!" And then my oh-so-funny hubby flipped back on the power. It was a lot of fun being with my parents - for this "momentous" turn of the century... I kept singing "We're gonna PARTAY like it's 1999!!" (a Prince song - for those of you who aren't as cool as I)!
Hours after Ky's birth... HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET BABY GIRL!
So much has changed in these last ten years. I've grown in so many ways. My dear Safety-Man has grown! Our family has grown! Our lives have changed exponentially. Ten years ago we had been in our house for about 10 months - our own house with lots of used and mixed-matched, old furniture and we have come so far in this house... it is now our home- with lots of love, sweat, blood, tears, but mostly hardwork and love. I was still working for my company in Orlando but was mostly working from home due to being SO PREGNANT! AND the biggest change for me... I WAS PREGNANT! Hello!?! If that is not the biggest change in a young, married couples lives what is?! Our married lives were about to change for the best.
Our oldest daughter blessed us and arrived on January 4th, 2000 at 10:08pm. My water broke (sorry for the tmi) at noon. Kyky was bound and determined to come that day. She was early...by three weeks. My contractions would not cease... I couldn't believe my dr wanted me to come in to "make sure" my water had broken. Heeheehee well joke was on her as I got on the table - sure enough it "broke again" only on her shoes! heheehhehe!! (A small victory for the slam to my dignity...)!
We went directly to the hospital at that point. Normal contractions look like little turtle shells across the read-out tape. Nope not mine... mine looked like the Rocky Mountain cliffs! There was no relief, no end to the pain, and I just couldn't relax... (PLUS I couldn't remember ANY of the Lamaze we had learned in all those weeks of classes with my favorite OB nurse Sue)! I asked for an epidural - only the anethesiologist had 2 emergency epidurals he had to do - so I got "bumped". I did, however, get a shot to fall asleep -but immediately upon waking, they were just as bad. If I didn't progress - I would have to do a c-section. The baby's heart rate did drop. Finally the epidural came. Not a pleasant experience - but I will spare the tmi there!
Luckily I progressed and was able to relax. They backed off the epidural so I could feel and start pushing. Our baby was born at 10:08pm. The NICU nurses were there. It was all so surreal. I got to hold Kyky for seconds... and the first thing I noticed was her color wasn't right. It actually matched my nail color - a grey/purplish color. Then she was urgently whisked away. My DEAR Safety-Man was a saint that evening. I had to do "things" after she came - and he knew what was happening with our baby. My first, dear sweet baby was not breathing. She was quiet. Too quiet. In fact my baby had the cord wrapped around her neck several times. She had been without oxygen. I asked her Apghar score... and no one would answer me. It turned out it was a ZERO then. My darling hubby- stepped in between me and my Ky getting resuscitated. He held my hand and glanced backward to watch his daughter. She wouldn't cry. I had NO idea what was happening the entire time - which was a huge blessing. He shielded me from that pain. I kept asking him to move and he kept telling me how proud he was of me. What a wonderful man. They worked on my baby girl (but I didn't know it) for quite awhile. I remember hearing at one point - one nurse say "she won't cry. She needs to cry" and another nurse shushing her.
It was the sweetest, most blessed, most angelic sound I had ever heard.
And now my Ky has turned TEN! TEN!!! She continues to be such a wonder to us. We have our great days and of course our struggles. She is very independent yet she wants to be a little girl too! She wants to grow up - yet still needs us greatly. It is an interesting journey. A glorious journey. An exciting story that is unfolding.
And now look at this gorgeous girl... This was taken on the eve of her birthday. She had this EXTRAVAGANZA of a party...her friends all came dressed-up to the hilt. They all got to walk the red carpet... and my-o-my did she look TOO old that night!! We're not ready for her to grow up too fast... not quite yet. One year at a time is fine by us!
Musings on a wonderful decade...a momentous decade - beautiful moments!
I remember the day Kyra was born. I remember leaving work early the next day so I could BOOK it down there and meet her. I remember holding her and unwrapping her to see her feet. I remember BEGGING her to open her big beautiful brown eyes to let me see them. I still have the photo of me holding her in the hospital. I can't believe that was TEN years ago. What I can believe is how absolutely beautiful she is in this photo. Kyra, you are a beautiful young woman. Aunt Shelly loves you more than you can ever know.
ReplyDeleteKymmie, somehow I missed this post! She looks gorgeous, and I loved her baby pictures. What sweet little pictures!
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