The light at the end of the tunnel.

We have a due date!!
Unfortunately the Doc decided that it was going to have to be a C-section. Lucy has been hurting pretty bad the last few days and just giving her a date it would all be over with made her breathe a little easier.

We went in for the regular appointment. Nothing unusual. Nurse came in checked the heartbeat. Everything was fine. Blood pressure was good. Lucy’s doing great. I mean anybody who can work up until 2 weeks before her due date is a trooper in my book.

The Doc comes in, checks under “the hood”, and gives us the news.

He had been mentioning it the last couple of visits and we kinda figured that’s the way it would go down. So he says, “Let me go next door and talk to my assistant and we’ll figure a date to do the procedure.” Then he leaves the room.

That’s when Lucy starts hyperventilating.
It must have hit us both at the same time cause I started getting nauseous…right then, right there, while we sat in a tiny room with no magazines, no Reader’s Digest…nothing but a scale, 2 stools, and a gurney …the Dr. was choosing Baby Fred’s birthday!!

A day that we would celebrate for the rest of our lives was literally being decided on the other side of 2 pieces of drywall. We came so close to passing out that I would have sworn he had turned on the sleepy gas before he left the room.

But just before we slipped off into a full-fledged comma…he came back in.

On March 20th 2006 shortly after 7:30 am… Baby Fred will finally be seeing how beautiful his momma really is.