Reagan at One Year of Age

Today is officially Reagan's birthday. It's hard to believe it's been one year already. It seems like yesterday she was born. Which leads me to tell you the story of her birth. :o) When Rhian was pregnant with Reagan, she wasn't due to deliver until the end of July. On Saturday, July 6th at around 7 PM, I got up to make dinner. As soon as I did, Rhian said that she thought it was time to deliver, because it felt like her water had broke. She called her mom (Madre), who used to be an RN, who told her to take her time, that if she wasn't having any contractions, she was okay; and to make sure she didn't do anything that could cause infection, due to the fact her water had broke. (We still think she did this in hopes she could deliver Reagan at home, as she did Christian-You know it's true Madre! ;o>) I digress. I was excited, because it looked like we were going to have a child born on the luckiest day of the century, 7-7-7. We got to the hospital around 9 PM, and Rhian still hadn't gone into labor, and hadn't dilated too much. Karen came by a little after 11 to pick up Christian. I went downstairs with the both of them to give her Christian's bag. I called up to Madre to tell her that I still hadn't had dinner, and that I was going to run over to Wendy's across the street to get a Frosty and a baked potato. She said that would be fine, that they were just now giving Rhian her epidural, and to take my time. It was now about 11:50 and I headed over. I placed my order and everything was going smoothly, as there was only one car ahead of me. Ha! Madre called to check on my status, and to tell me that Rhian was getting ready to deliver. I told her I should be done in a minute, and I would be back soon. She said to hurry. Well, unfortunately, the people in front of me ordered more food after receiving their initial order. Madre called me once again to check on me and tell me Rhian was going to deliver any minute. I told her I was about to get my food and would be back quickly. She said with a nervous laugh (at least it sounded like it) that I was going to miss the delivery and hung up. I then knocked on the cashier's window to see about getting my food because my wife was now delivering. Now, anybody with common sense could have easily weighed out the cost of seeing their daughter's birth. It was easily worth more than $2, the cost of my food. Well, I got my food, rushed out, caught a light, ran it, and sped back to the hospital. I rushed up to labor and delivery to see Reagan's head crowning. I didn't miss it! Our beautiful daughter greeted us at minutes after midnight. Rhian had barely been in labor for 2 hours, and we barely got our 7-7-7 baby! Karen would joke that if I had missed it, Reagan's name would have been Wendy, to serve as a reminder to me!