I couldn’t sleep that snowy stormy night even though I was not in earnest labor, and safely tucked into a hospital bed on the Labor and Delivery unit, my husband sleeping soundly in the other bed in the room. It had been plenty harrowing just getting to the hospital in a northeaster, getting stuck in a snow drift, and being dug out by a bulldozer. I knew our long-awaited third baby, over a week overdue, would be born the next day, blizzard or no blizzard, and then as soon as I could stand up and walk, we would head right back to the farm to our sons, where our neighbors were staying with them. At least that’s what I had planned.
It didn’t work out that way. Not even close.
This baby wasn’t going to enter the world without a little more drama. Instead of stoically agreeing along with me to undergo labor induction, this baby decided a more rapid exit of the womb was preferred. No labor, no fanfare, just a heartbeat under 40 for a sustained period of time that got everyone’s attention, quickly resulting in an emergency C-Section. It was a highly effective way to be born in a hurry. She got her way.
So Eleanor Sarah Gibson was born at 8:46 AM, looking pink and just fine. And she’s been better than fine for seventeen years. She’s been terrific. Even when we remind her she was almost a snow drift baby.
Happy Birthday, Lea! We love you!