One Year Ago, Today

Thursday, March 3, 2011

On March 3, 2010, I got up early, turned on the coffee, and said hello to the dogs.  While I was saying hi to Lucy, my water broke.

I had some oatmeal and some coffee, and called the ob/gyn's office.  They said I should come on in to the hospital.  I agreed.

I decided that I needed to look presentable, though.  So, I took a shower, dried my hair, straightened my hair, put on makeup, and got dressed.

Then, Durel and I went for a little spin.

First, we drove through the ATM.

Then, we stopped for kolaches.  I said I wasn't hungry, but Durel bought me some anyway.  Then, I ate three.  Two that he had bought for me, and one that he bought for himself, but also sort of guessed I would eat.


Then, we drove through Starbucks for lattes.  I had a grande with skim milk, no foam.  


Then, we went to the hospital.  I was about to have a baby, and all.


At the hospital, Durel took this picture.


The rest of the day was long and less than glamorous.  Oh, but what happened on March 4, 2010 was miraculous!

Guess you'll have to wait until tomorrow for me to cast my memory back to that special day.

Nostalgically Yours,
Heather

PS:  Yes, my water broke the morning of 3/3.  We took our sweet time getting ready and getting to the hospital because, well, we had a few things to do and I was not having contractions.  The story of our morning that day is one of my favorite stories to tell people.  In hindsight, it's hysterical.   But I knew that they wouldn't give me anything to eat once I got to the hospital, so it was a good thing to strap on the feedbag before we got there!  This goes to prove one of my most deeply-held life philosophies:  It is always time for a kolache.

6 comments:

  1. I love your day-before story! And being Czech, I love a good kolache (or pigs, as we call the ones with sausage... a true kolache has fruit).

    BTW, my favorite place in Austin is Taco Donut Palace, located at Hwy. 290 and Montery Oaks (not far from my house... and also not far from the Target at Mopac). YUM! The jalapeno pig wrapped in a croissant is extra tasty!

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  2. I like the whole primping business before going into labor. lol The food tally is pretty awesome as well! ;)

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  3. Great story!! I took a shower and got ready too... but that was after being at home for 13 hours having random contractions!! During that time I also finished a tutu that I was giving my baby cousin for Christmas, I knew once we left the house it wouldn't get done! hahaha!

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  4. and ps... your post does not help my rapidly rising baby fever... I held a day old baby Wednesday. That about did it for me. ugh! (just trying to hold off till July so I can still do my Mud Run in Sept!! you know, priorities hahahahhaa!)

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  5. Love, love love this. And so totally going to be doing something similar. I hope.

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  6. Love you and Jack and Durel. This made me tear up with happiness

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Thursday, March 3, 2011

One Year Ago, Today

On March 3, 2010, I got up early, turned on the coffee, and said hello to the dogs.  While I was saying hi to Lucy, my water broke.

I had some oatmeal and some coffee, and called the ob/gyn's office.  They said I should come on in to the hospital.  I agreed.

I decided that I needed to look presentable, though.  So, I took a shower, dried my hair, straightened my hair, put on makeup, and got dressed.

Then, Durel and I went for a little spin.

First, we drove through the ATM.

Then, we stopped for kolaches.  I said I wasn't hungry, but Durel bought me some anyway.  Then, I ate three.  Two that he had bought for me, and one that he bought for himself, but also sort of guessed I would eat.


Then, we drove through Starbucks for lattes.  I had a grande with skim milk, no foam.  


Then, we went to the hospital.  I was about to have a baby, and all.


At the hospital, Durel took this picture.


The rest of the day was long and less than glamorous.  Oh, but what happened on March 4, 2010 was miraculous!

Guess you'll have to wait until tomorrow for me to cast my memory back to that special day.

Nostalgically Yours,
Heather

PS:  Yes, my water broke the morning of 3/3.  We took our sweet time getting ready and getting to the hospital because, well, we had a few things to do and I was not having contractions.  The story of our morning that day is one of my favorite stories to tell people.  In hindsight, it's hysterical.   But I knew that they wouldn't give me anything to eat once I got to the hospital, so it was a good thing to strap on the feedbag before we got there!  This goes to prove one of my most deeply-held life philosophies:  It is always time for a kolache.
 
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