10 year memory

So, as I was driving home tonight my mind drifted back to my life 10 years ago this very day. 7 1/2 months pregnant and happy as could be. The night before I had sent my husband on a plane to visit his family for the weekend in PA. As I went to work (at the nursing home) the next day, I started having some "weird" things happen. When I finally figured out that I was probably in labor, I was a mess and so was everyone around me. I didn't know what to expect anyway since it was my first child...but 6 weeks early? No.....it's just not time yet. My mom left work and took me to the hospital. We discovered that I was in labor and they gave me meds to slow things down...We made a phone call to PA to my mother-in-law who didn't know how to get ahold of Phil because they were golfing... he gets home, grabs his bags and heads to the airport...after receiving the meds I went from 3 cm dilated to 9...in less than 45 minutes. (so much for modern medicine). They stopped the meds since they didn't appear to be working and were making me sick. Steroid injections were given to strengthen the baby's lungs. And we prayed that Phili would make it. Phil missed a flight by a few minutes and had to wait 4 hours for the next flight. I was scared and trying to prepare to deliver the baby with my parents there but no hubby. Things did slow down (God-thing I'm sure)...lots of visitors and calls later...and Phil frantically assuring me he was trying to get there soon...My dad went to pick him up at the airport. I called them to see where they were...they told me about 15 minutes away from the hospital...I said "step on it or you're going to miss it! I can't hold on anymore!" About 10 minutes later, escorted by hospital staff through the hospital to my room,Phil ran in the room and I immediately began pushing....shortly thereafter came my sweet baby boy Brock Lamar. As I sit here reminded of this very dramatic story (shortened greatly because of being on here)...there are tears in my eyes. I couldn't hold Brock "until morning" according to the nurses because he was hooked up to machines and such. I was able to look at him and touch him though. They got me into my room around 3:00...at 5:00 I was up and calling for the nurses to get me my baby...it was morning and I wanted to hold him! :) Throughout the last 10 years there have been rough patches, stressful times, laughter, tears...all I can say is that I love that little man so much and just like his entry into the world...he is full of energy, spunk and life. I love you Brock man...Happy birthday tomorrow! :)