Aaaaaaaand… where were YOU…

…7 years ago today? I can tell you exactly where I was! I was in the Hospital, getting all nicely drugged up, needles in the back and the like, and being very chipper as I’d decided just to SKIP that whole silly Labor thing this time around and just get to the real party! Thus, in the wee hours of May 18th, 1999, they sliced n diced me up and delivered a very scrawny, screamy, delightfully fulla personality already, Pup.

We had been told to expect another big baby from the measurements the day before at the ultrasound, and well, they were partically right! She was LONG! 21 inches. And SKINNY! She weighed in as my SMALLEST baby, at just 7lbs 6oz. Thus, she was in reality so tiny she had to wear premie diapers for a MONTH! But what she lacked in actual mass, she gained in personality. I had to wait for a couple hours to see her as I got stuck in recovery due to a nursing shortage (they wouldn’t just wheel me down the hall with 1 nurse, had to be 2, and they forgot about me until Kevin pitched a FIT) and thus she was able to bond with her auntie (who gave her her first binky) and Nana (who patted her wee lil bum) before I got to meet her.

When I finally wrapped my arms around her and made sure all her pieces n parts were there, it was love at first sight. I knew she’d be my challenge, and my joy. She was different from the other two from the start, demanding her own identity and presense, demands that would not be denied!

And I can say, without a doubt – I love her more today then I did back then, even though then I would have said it was impossible to even conceive such.

So! Happy birthday, my Pup! I wouldn’t change a second of these 7 years, and look forward to many many more. (and FINE. I’ll go get you CUPCAKES to take to SCHOOL. SHEESH!)

PS: Happy birthday to you too, Furball! (How nice was I to have your pup on your birthday, hm? *winks*)