taylor turned 13 this week. i am so proud of the young lady she has become. i remember the scene above, and the 24 hours leading up to it, like it was yesterday. taylor, you weren't quite there yet, so here's how it went:
i get to the hospital with labor pains ~10 minutes apart. of course, after getting settled into a hospital room, things start slowing down. once labor picked back up, i took a shot of nubain, which made contractions worse when i woke from a short nap. i puked up some chinese stir-fry and found the only way i could handle the pain was by wiggling both of my big toes. i eventually opted for an epidural (your father was in shock over the needle size) which didn't take...so the toes kept wiggling. the second epidural worked and knocked me out. when i woke up, both my legs were hiked up beside my head and the doctor was running wires to you (yes, you were still inside). we soon found out your heart rate was too fast and you were running a fever. i had also stopped dilating. the doctor wanted to do a c-section and i quickly said ok. right before the above picture was taken, i asked your father if the doctor had started cutting me, to which he said, "julie, i think your uterus is lying on your stomach." when i heard you cry i felt relief. when i saw your face, i spontaneously cried.
you were beautiful, and you still are.
