Hurry Up!

Tonight- while giving Andrew his bath this memory came to mind.

This story happened on June 13, 2005 Andrew had been due a week ago.  I was on the way to the hospital-to be induced.  Clearly he was NOT in any hurry to make his entrance to the world.  (apparently I make a really nice, cozy womb because Alexa was induced as well, but she was only a day or so overdue- they were afraid she'd be a whopper like her brother turned out to be)  It's early in the morning- like 7am.  We're driving into Charlotte and a little nervous because our life is going to change in ways you canNOT prepare for.  When suddenly I started crying.  Doug looks at me incredulously.  Then asks- "WHY are you CRYING?!!!"  I am not exactly sobbing, but I am not just tearing up either.  I manage to say, "I . . . just . . . re-real-realized . . . this . . . kid . . . will be . . . just like . . . you. . . . . . . and . . . I'll be . . . waiting on . . . him . . . just like . . . I am . . . always . . . wai-wait-waiting . . . on you!!!!!! bwaaaaaaa" (one day I'll share stories of how I've waiting on Doug.)  So then we arrive at the hospital get hooked up to the pitosin drip and . . . wait.  We call the soon to be grandparents to pass the time and keep them informed that . . . absolutely NOTHING is happening.  There is NO change.  Doug's parents decide they don't care- they're not waiting.  So they come visit.  The preacher comes to visit.  Still no change.  At 6pm the nurses come in and say, "Listen- we don't do the drip over night if you've had no changes so we're just gonna turn it off.  We'll try again in the morning."  There I am, in a hospital, wearing my gown with the back open, mooning the world- Doug and his parents got tired and hungry and went to eat and I realize again . . . I'll be waiting on Andrew for the rest of my life.  Andrew finally showed up . . . at 6:45pm the NEXT day. 
That my friends is the story of my life with Andrew.  I think the 4 words he hears the most from me are: "C'mon Dude, hurry up."  and that is exactly what I am telling him while he stands there- dripping on the bathroom floor, not drying off, . . . and not hurrying.

Lately he's taken to hiking his shorts way up and dancing around with his skinny, little, white legs- and I always laugh- I thought maybe you'd need a laugh too.

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