She was born at 12:58 AM on a Thursday. I didn’t labor a long time, I went into labor about 3 :30 PM on the 17th after a Doctor’s appointment when my water broke at Auntie Kathy and Uncle Arthur’s house. I picked Trica up there and went home, started supper and did some laundry. About 6 ish I called my baby brother to come over to stay with Trica. (Trica was three years and five months old.) Then I called Far Guy at work and told him maybe he should come and take me to the hospital. Uncomfortable labor that makes you cranky didn’t start until after the 10 PM news. Some time after that a Nurse came in and asked Far Guy if he was going to be in the delivery room…I said “No, he is a chicken.” He said “Where is the gown?” It seemed like we waited forever for Dr. Kolars to show up…don’t push until the Doctor gets here…yeah right…finally the Doc got there and she was born!
Far Guy was mesmerized by his new daughter…although she was a tiny thing she was almost perfect. 5 Pounds 5 ounces and 19 inches long…she had some in utero problems that caused her to lose weight…mostly because I was 18 days overdue and a “horrible incubator” ( My Doctors exact words, he was happy she was here and alive…and in his opinion I should not have anymore children.) Out of the womb she thrived…sucked down four ounces of formula and hollered for more, slept all night long when she was just a week old…the easiest baby to take care of ever!
Today our youngest daughter is the big 40, she told me “Mom I am okay with that number, I am happy where I am at in this stage of my life.”
Our baby is 40 how can that be? When did that happen? It seems like we blinked just once or twice.
Thirty years ago In 1985 she was ten…and she had a Unicorn cake.
Here we are with the birthday girl.
The other day I took a photo of Jen and her Dad and I put it on her birthday card.
Happy 40th Birthday Jen! Your Father and I will love you always and forever.