Friday, February 8, 2013

My Prize

Someday when I sit down with my niece and tell her the story of the day she was born, I am going to begin my tale like this.

Once upon a time, your auntie Sarah was sitting at home enjoying the biggest football game of the year, the Super Bowl.  No sweetie, the Packers weren't playing that year, but I was enjoying the game nonetheless.  The tale of the "Fail Mary" is a story for another night.  Anyway, the game was intense and was bound to come down to the wire when my phone rang and it was your Mommy.  She said, "Hey Sarah!  Are you ready to come drive to Oshkosh?!"  Well my darling, I was so excited to meet you that I jumped right up and started babbling all kinds of questions at your Mommy.  I demanded to know how far apart her contractions were, how long she had been having them, if she had gone into the hospital yet, and other such details.  Your Mommy had an answer for all of it, so I started to make my way to my room to throw some supplies in a bag and hit the road.  It was only then that your Mommy said to me.....

"Sarah, just watch your football game.  I'm messing with you."  That's right, my prize.  Your Mommy thought it would be funny to cry wolf and play a joke on me.  She wasn't in labor, but I warned her that she would get her comeuppance.  She went to bed and that very night and her water broke at 3:00 am.  You have had a sense of humor from the very beginning.

Yup, my sister thought it would be just hilarious to punk me and pretend to be in labor.  Well, the egg was on her face when she was awoken to a wet bed and the show was on the road!

While my sister was in labor on Monday morning, I asked her permission to take photos of the event and she made me promise not to put any photos of her vagina on the blog.  I swore I would never do such a thing.  However, I did not promise I wouldn't write about her saying "Don't put photos of my vagina on the blog."

That's what you get for punking me, Squirt.

Meet my niece, Evalyn Beatrice.

I have brought three amazing baby boys into this world, but I have to admit that being on the sidelines to cheer my sister on as she gave birth to my niece was one of the most incredible experiences of my life.

I tried to stay out of the way as much as possible while still providing her support and being her cheerleader.  I'd be lying if I said I didn't advise her to get the epidural.

She labored like a champ and proved once again that despite being the younger sister, she could whoop my butt at any given moment.  Knowing that fact, I tried to hide the fact that I was smiling a little every time she grimaced at the pain of a contraction.  I've been there.  I've felt that pain.  But this time....IT WASN'T ME!!!  I know, I know.  I'm a terrible person.

Right when she thought she couldn't do it any longer, at the moment when she thought she would give up, when she finally admitted "Ow, this just hurts so much!!!" that baby was born.

And my baby sister became a mama.

This is Evalyn Beatrice.  Born on Monday, February 4th at 10:28 am.  She was 8 pounds, 15 ounces and measured 21 inches long.

She met her Daddy....

and she met her grandparents....

and then her Auntie Sarah snatched her up and refused to give her up to anyone because she would have to drive back home that day and goodness knows when she would get to see her again so she was going to get in a ridiculous amount of snuggle time with those beautiful chubby cheeks doggonit and nobody was going to interfere with her taking a crazy amount of pictures to share on her blog.

And so...because I'm a first time auntie....and because this is my blog and I'll do whatever I want thankyousomuch, here we go.

Yup, I think I'm going to like this whole "being an aunt" thing. 

And so, my prize, that's the story of the day you were born.  I saw every moment of your arrival into this world and I want you to know that you are a miracle.  You are a precious creation, designed specifically by your Father in Heaven to enter our lives at that precise moment.  And you know what, my darling?  You are LOVED.  Beyond measure, more than you will every know, surpassing any understanding you will every are loved. 

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