Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Kelsey... happy birthday to you. The youngest monk is 19 years old today. On this day in 1990, Debbie was preparing a pot of chicken soup and kept complaining about what she thought were labor pains. Since she had labor induced with Tara and Megan, naturally occurring labor pains were a new experience. So we tried to time the pains, figuring if the pains got closer together timewise, we'd head to the hospital. Um, that didn't work. She'd have a pain. 15 minutes later another. 5 minutes after that, another. Then wait another 15 minutes. Wait about 10 minutes and have another pain. Were we supposed to average the times? Finally, Deb decided we should go and see what the doc thought was happening. We called Mona and asked her to come over to stay with Tara and Megan. Deb and I went to the hospital. I took Deb to the maternity ward and the nurse checked her. We were there about 10 minutes and I said I was going to registration to check Debbie into the hospital. The nurse said I didn't have time. Kelsey was born within about 20 minutes after we arrived at the hospital. One of the nurses told Deb to come to the hospital as soon as she had a pain with the next child and not cut it so close. Deb said Kelsey was the last one, so it didn't matter. In all the excitement, we forgot to put the chicken soup in the frig and I had to toss it out.
Kelsey has two final exams today and has to work tonite. So much for a life lesson on your birthday being just another day, more or less.
It's raining again today. When did Oklahoma start having a monsoon season? I wanna play with my telescope, dammit!!! arrggghhh.
Have a good day.
1 comment:
I remember all that!
Happy birthday, Kelsey!
I'm sick of the rain, too. We saw the sun for a few minutes yesterday. Everything's still super soggy from our horribly wet, tornado-warning weekend. Where is summer???
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