Meggie's 6!!!

Exactly 6 years ago, TODAY, Meghan entered this world!

Sunday, October 14th at 7:30 p.m., while trying to enjoy a piece of chocolate cake in my hospital room, all hell broke loose. After a good cry while on the phone with my friend Retta because I missed my family and was sooo tired of living at Sunrise for the past 2 months, I started to feel really weird. I opened my eyes after what I thought had been just a few minutes, to a barage of doctors and nurses working on me with all kinds of noisy equipment. They proceeded to tell me I had crashed, the baby had crashed, they finally have a heart beat but it's too fast and they have to take her now. ACK! Wait, I need to call my husband! Where's my doctor? I need to remind him NOT TO FORGET TO TIE MY TUBES! Most important, WHERE'S MY CHOCOLATE CAKE?!!!!!!!

My doctor arrived and he DID remember that I wanted my tubes tied. Jon was on his way. They have to do an emergency C-section, no time for an epidural, have to put me under, so Jon can't be in the operating room...he has to watch through a tiny window in the door! My piece of chocolate cake was gone and it would be HOURS before I could eat again! To this day, I don't know what happened to that piece of cake.

Did I mention I'm only almost 32 weeks along, so she's going to be way early and heading straight to the NICU. Of course the staff prepped me for what to expect. THAT was reassuring. Now I have all the worst-case scenarios to think about while on my luxury gurny, rolling at Nascar speed down the hallway to the operating room, all the way coughing non-stop because of the stomach neutralizer crap they shoved down my throat, even though I NEVER got a bite of my beloved chocolate cake! Did I also mention that I had to pee so bad? All that have been pregnant know what happens when you have a full bladder and start coughing!

Long story short, Meghan Claire arrived at 8:49 p.m., 2 months early. She was a tiny little baby bird, weighing all of 2 pounds 4 ounces and 14 inches long. Her lungs were fully developed so she didn't need to be intibated. She was perfect. The cutest little thing. She reminded us of a little cornish game hen. She also reminded us of Dr. Evil's cat, Mr. Bigglesworth, POST cryogenics...hence her nickname, Mrs. Migglesworth.

After all the troubles she and I had during the pregnancy, God brought her in to this world with NO health problems. She was placed in the "feed and grow" section of the NICU. We were so blessed. She's very fiesty. I'm sure that's what helped her through the rough times in the womb.

6 years have flown by. She's so smart. So grown up (but does have her moments). Such a beautiful final addition to our family. It's hard to see her grow so quickly.

Happy Birthday, sweet Miggie Moo.

Our little miracle.

We love you.

October 31, 2001 NICU...first Halloween costume (notice how huge the bib is)