Yesterday, I attended a baby shower for a friend at work. People were all standing around reminiscing about the times they had their first baby, the chaos, the fear of holding such a tiny little thing. Obviously I can't relate, but I have my own tales of baby deliveries of friends and family. The one I will never forget is the day Cati was born.
Cati decided to be a whole month early and none of us were prepared. I was the back-up in case Steph couldn't get a hold of Shawn while he was traveling for work. I didn't know how to get to the hospital. Luckily Steph was already there since she had gone in for a routine exam only to find out that she was 8 cm dilated. She called me at work and as soon as she said 8 cm dilated, I went into Lucille Ball mode, rounding up Chris, speeding down the highway, getting lost and generally flipping out. Steph remained cool as a cucumber. She had drugs.
Any way, just a short few hours later we had Cati and last week she turned seven. SEVEN! It's been so funny to see her grow and see just how different she turned out from Steph. She's so girly and always has her nails painted and loves shoes. When ever we talk, I feel like we should be laying on her bed, speaking through tin can phones as we gossip about the latest Hannah Montana Movie. And even though I don't get to see her as often as I'd like too, she's always happy to see me. Just as happy as I am to see her.
Happy Love Thursday.