Happy Birthday Gage

So it's Friday morning, April 28, 1995. I was 37 weeks pregnant. I had a regular check up and was told I was dilated to... 1 cm. Absolutely no big deal, I was told. Some women go for another week or two... no biggie. Does someone want to explain these pains I have every hour or so because I'm not digging them... AT ALL. No biggie, the doctor said again. Yeah, he was a man and obviously has no business being an OBGYN. I went through the rest of the day feeling like crap, having contractions. I went to dinner that night to celebrate baby daddy's birthday and it was torture. After dinner I told him I was not doing so good so of course we went to the mall because he needed new shoes?!? The poor guy at Foot Locker didn't leave my side as he thought I was going to deliver on the shoe horns.

We finally got home and there's my dad trying to put together baby furniture. There was swearing, throwing of parts and tools, and breaking of small (according to him, unimportant) pieces. I finally tried to go to bed at around 9:30 and once I laid down and concentrated on them I realized the contractions were coming pretty close together. I went to my parents and asked them to take me to the hospital. I clearly remember my mom rolled her eyes. These are her exact words as I will never forget them.

"There's no reason to go to the hospital! You're not gonna have that baby, they're just gonna send you home."

We got in the car. Me, Mom, Dad, and baby daddy. My dad went to the wrong hospital and wondered why I didn't just go in there... it's a hospital, there are doctors and I'm sure they deliver babies. Back on the road headed to the correct hospital and my mom starts with the "You're not gonna have that baby, they're just gonna send you home." business again. I'm trying to breathe through my contractions, which, by the way, are seriously annoying and painful at the same time.

We made it to the right hospital and Gage was born on April 29, 1995 at 11:01 AM to the chants of "give me a girl, give me a girl, give me a girl" by my mother. He knew I wanted a boy :)