On Fridays, a group of bloggers set the clock and write for 5 minutes, no edits, just writing, throwing perfectionism out the window. Completely cray-cray, right? Yes, well, the prompt this week is the word RED.
Here goes…
RED.
My daughter has been asking me questions this week about when she was born, her first words, when were her first steps. Who knows what has triggered this “need to know”. It is not near her birthday, which is when these conversations tend to happen. Regardless of why, it is fun to remember those times with her, now that she is 15 and nearing womanhood herself.
I remember the day she was born very clearly. She was 8 days overdue. Contractions came on very strongly during the night as I slept. I woke to intense labor and a baby who was finally ready to make her entrance. Finally. It was a Wednesday, May 6th and there were tornado warnings that day.
We drove to the hospital my husband and I, while my mom stayed at our house with our son who was 3 at the time. A short 2 1/2 hours later, she entered this world. Face glowing red, as blood rushed to her angry face. Boy was she mad! She had meconium in the amniotic fluid and so the nursing staff was rushing around jamming suction tubes down her nose and into her throat—over and over. Her little pink lips contorted as she cried. Oh, it was pitiful. The faces she made—I will never forget. I was just so glad she was here and she was okay. All 10 pounds of her.
She was the talk of the nursery that night. My sweet red-faced 10 pounder. My baby girl. My Emma.
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what a beautiful story! I am sure she was an absolutely, beautiful and precious baby!
Stopping by from FMF.
Have a beautiful weekend!
Jessica
http://mybeautifulli.blogspot.com/2013/09/five-minute-friday-red.html
Hello from the Friendly Friday link-up!
This is such a good idea for a writing challenge, and I love the tenderness of what you wrote.
Thanks so much! First time I’ve done it! It is a challenge. You should link up sometime! Thanks for coming by! 🙂
Would love to link-up sometime! Thanks!
10 pounds. Nice. You really know how to grow em.
Girl! YES, I do! Just think, if I had kept having babies, I might have grown a 12 pounder! YIKES!
Love this.
Love you.
Love your Emma.
Love you all- and your little dog too!!!
I love you, and your little poem too! 😉
Nearly 4 months ago, I gave birth to 9 pd 11 oz. I feel you! But no matter the labor (or the gorgeous red faces) these precious gifts are worth it! Loved your story.
Thanks, Emma! And you are exactly right–what a gift! And CONGRATULATIONS to you!! 🙂 Thanks so much for stopping by!
Love it 🙂
I miss you girl! Can’t wait to see you next week!! 🙂
Holy cannoli… 10 pounder. What a rockstar, Mama! I’m tired just thinking about that.
Thanks for sharing this– glad I stopped by from FMF!
Haha! Yes! And, let’s just say, she was not born by Cesarean! 😉 Thanks so much for stopping by!
So sweet! 🙂
She was and is. Even though she was (to borrow a phrase from a friend) madder than a smashed cat! Hahaha!!
Oh, what a cute and quaint little saying! Where in the world did you get that? 😉
From my genius, creative, writer friend. You might know her…her name is Sarah?? hehehe