|That's Birdie at a whopping 1 day old!|
I was quite the lucky woman with all four labors/births and Birdie was no exception. From beginning labor tug to ending birth, Birdie's process took all of an hour and a half. That's it. No problem, right? Wrong.
And it was rush hour.
As we sped down the interstate at a crawling 10 mph to no movement whatsoever, the time for her arrival became imminent. Hubs may have been really, really close to panic mode. I would have found the whole situation humorous, but I was busy.
Birdie's hair used to stick straight up when she was an infant. Our pediatrician, who was the sweetest man, used to laugh and say, "It's no wonder. The hair raising way she was brought into this world!"
Birdie is our athlete. She played soccer for 8 years and loved every minute of it. Until high school when she disagreed with and refused to participate in the politics that are a part of soccer in our area and quit soccer. It was at this time that she discovered athletic training and became a student trainer all through high school, majored in it in college and then left us to get a master's degree in athletic training in TEXAS which is TWENTY FREAKING HOURS AWAY.
|Birdie and DoodleBug|
And so, my wonderful Birdie, it's your 23rd birthday and I am so very, very glad that you were born!
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