We got home and mom and I left for the hospital. We got a call from Jesse saying they wanted Chick-Fil-A...what's new? ;) So, after stopping to get two number five eight counts with sweet teas and Chick-Fil-A sauce, we were on our way. I was already filling up with pride as I walked through the doors and into the maternity ward. Just knowing that the next time I left the hospital, I would have a nephew, made me a super happy camper. But anyway, they got their Chick-Fil-A. :)
Lydia had a looong labor. By the end of June 5th, we knew Ryder wasn't coming on the "scheduled" timeline. So, mom and I parked ourselves in the empty waiting room and waited for the morning. After all, if there was a change in events, we didn't want to miss anything. :)
When the clock hit midnight, it was officially my birthday. Eighteen years earlier, my mom was in the same position Lydia was; waiting for their little miracle. At 12:00, mom sang to me. While she was singing to me, my amazing boyfriend was calling me to do the same. With all of the hustle and bustle of the day, it would have been natural for everyone to "look over" my birthday. For me, that wasn't the case. When Seth and Stacey {brother and sister-in-law} came to the hospital that night to wait for the baby, they surprised me with a balloon and cupcakes. Oh, and candles that we could have set the smoke alarm off with. I'm so blessed to have the family that I do.
A few hours later, the two mom's ran down the hall and into the delivery room. The time had come. :)
And you can see part 3 here...the best part in my opinion. :)
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