My girl Sarah had her parents share her birth story this past year on her birthday, and I thought that was such a neat idea. I asked my parents to do the same, and thankfully my mom (with input from my dad) was up to it! I thoroughly enjoyed reading this, and know it is something I will cherish knowing going forward.
It’s certainly hard to believe our baby girl, Emily, is 30 years old today! Where has the time gone?! Although it’s been 30 years since her birth, I fondly remember that day like it was yesterday.
Just for a little background, I had difficulty getting pregnant in the first place. Finally after 6 years of marriage and many trips to the OB/GYN, we were fortunate to welcome Emily’s brother, Matt, in 1984. After more help from my OB/GYN, I was thrilled to be pregnant again in the summer of 1986! Back in those “olden” days, you didn’t really have the option to find out the sex of the baby. Tom, Emily’s Dad, and I really didn’t care … we were just hoping for a healthy baby. However, since we wanted a smaller family, I truly was hoping for a girl. We would have our son and a daughter and be done.
Now fast forward ahead to Thursday, March 12, 1987. I was already on maternity leave from my job as a school speech/language pathologist. I remember I started feeling some contractions later in the afternoon. When Tom got home from work about 6, I told him that I might be in labor. He wanted to go to the hospital immediately since we had a 40 minute drive and because with Matt’s birth, when I was ready to push, literally 3 pushes and Matt entered this world! Emily’s maternal grandmother was “on call” to come stay with Matt, but she was 1 ½ hours away. We decided to contact Emily’s paternal grandparents, who lived only about 15 minutes away in the country, to come and stay with Matt in the meantime. Tom called his parents, but the line was busy. Tom is from a very large family, 9 siblings, and many were teenagers at the time, living at home, all wanting to use the one family phome! Remember this was 1987 … no cell phones! I think we tried for about ½ hour to get through … no luck! So Emily’s Dad called a neighbor who lived about ¼ mile away. They were home, so their son drove to the Dunhams’ house to let them know they were needed and needed quickly at our home.
We got to the hospital about 9 that evening. Tom could now breathe a sigh of relief … haha! Since the next day was Friday, March 13th, I so wanted to have this baby before midnight. I guess I was a little superstitious, plus wanted to have a short labor. Emily had other ideas though! I labored all that night with back labor, but didn’t make much progress. My OB/GYN was on vacation, so the Dr. on call was going to deliver this baby. Unfortunately, the nurses did not call this Dr. until the morning. He came in and got things rolling. He gave me an epidural, broke my water, and started me on some Pitocen. Within about 2 hours, I was ready to go to the delivery room!
Once in the delivery room, the nurses needed to find the Dr. So Emily’s Dad was left alone with me, and I was ready to push this baby out! I remember Tom emphatically telling me to not push, just do my Lamaze breathing through my contractions. I guess he could see the head, so was freaking out. The Dr. finally made it to the delivery room. As with Matt, after a few pushes, the baby’s head was out. I remember Dr. O’Neil first saying that this baby has a “pretty face”. Shortly after that statement, he said, “It’s a girl”!!! We were thrilled! So at 8:07 a.m. on, yes, Friday, March 13, 1987, Emily Ann Dunham was born. She was 7 lbs. 6 oz. and 20” long. Friday the 13th was now a very lucky day, at least for us! We had our sweet little daughter! (I’m tearing up right now!)
Happy 30th Birthday, Emily! We are blessed and honored to have you as our daughter. Love you!