Baby...pt 1.....

OK.
November 4th, 2009.
6am- I wake up to a strange twinge rolling between my hips. I get in the shower, do my hair, get dressed etc.... leave for work.
7:15am- at a stoplight on my way to work... TWINGE!....hmmmm... could it be? no, no.....
8:30am TWINGE! followed by a very very sharp kick to the ribs. Maybe I should take a walk, it'll make me feel better. I take the mail down to the dropbox and I do indeed feel a teensy bit better.
11am, 12:45pm, 1:30PM TWINGE!
Finally at 3:30PM TWINGE! Then, at 3:38PM HOLY MOTHER OF GOD TWINGE! I call the Triage nurse at my doctor's office, I asked her if I should go to the hospital. She told me not to go to Labor and Delivery until my contractions are 3-5 minutes apart, or they'll just send me home. OK.
I call Lee's office, he had only been at work for 2 hours, and figured he should probably get home because we are definitely having a baby. My mother drives me home, we get my bag, take Lucy to my sister's house and call everyone we know to inform them of my every 8 minute contractions. Since they are still 8 minutes apart and have been for the last 2 hours at this point, where do we go? Target, of course. Walking around Target, grabbing on to aisle displays every so often, did not move us along as we'd hoped. So my mom says, "well, if you're having a baby tonight, we should probably get dinner, because you won't get to eat once you're in the hospital."
GREAT IDEA. I call Lee, to see how far away he is and ask him where he wants to go to dinner. The sheer confusion in his voice was just precious.... "what do you mean 'let's have dinner'.... i thought we were having a baby!?!" Apparently he thought the baby was crowning when I called him....
OK.
10:30PM Go to the hospital, woman in the emergency room promises me a wheelchair to get me down to L&D.
10:35PM FAT HORRIBLE WOMAN MAKES ME WALK TO THE COMPLETE OTHER SIDE OF THE HOSPITAL
11:00PM 4cm dilated.. Pitocin drip started
11:45PM 8cm dilated... called for epidural
12:15AM My legs now officially feel like cold sides of beef which I could not stop slapping
3:30AM Doctor is called...feel the urge to push
3:31AM Nurse tells me she could deliver my baby, but we're going to try to wait for the doctor.
3:33AM We're told MY doctor isn't coming, so I'm going to have to oncall Doctor.
3:40AM Dr.K walks in puts on her gown
3:45AM I'm officially a MOM. Hailey Maureen 6.14 lbs 20in.

The light was on....

Lee and I were so excited for him to have Halloween off from work. Last year, we had so many trick or treaters we were out of candy in an hour, and there were barely any kids in the neighborhood! In our new neighborhood, there is a kid in almost every house- and just about every other house was decorated with spiderwebs and scarecrows... we were totally anticipating this HUGE rush of children as soon as it got dark.

My parents and my sister came over, I made dinner... and anxiously awaited all the little goblins that were to come a knockin'. 6....6:30.....7.... NOTHING. I had about $30 worth of Costco sized bags of candy and I maybe had five kids the whole night! What a let down. At about 8, the doorbell rang and I thought, maybe just maybe I'd open the door and there would be this onslaught on middle school kids....no.... just the in-laws.

My mother-in-law proceeded to tell me how they were over run with kids and they left the house because they didn't want their doorbell ringing all night with nothing to hand out. Just RUBBING it in my face.... not really... but I was so disappointed at the low turn out in our neighborhood. When we moved in and saw the wide range of ages of all the kids living around us, we were excited for the next few years when we get to take Hailey around. But now we see, we're going to have to DRIVE to Town Square or some other fake Halloween experience, just for her to get to babble "twick or tweet" to the GAP manager for one lousy Snicker's bar. What a gyp.

The hilight of the night came just before the family came over and Lee realized Lucy did not have a costume (neither of us dressed up). He gets up and says he's going to run to PetCo to see if they have little bat wings. I told him to make sure he gets the medium size not the small, because her chest is too big for the smalls (I have a strange feeling I will be saying the same thing about our daughter). 20 minutes later, Lee comes home- not with bat wings... or a hot dog costume... or even a witch's hat. He came home with this: