Six years ago, up here in the North East, we were all digging out in what will be known from here on out as the President's Day Storm of 2003. In the Baltimore region, it will go down in the history books as the largest snow storm in history. We were digging out of 28+ inches of the fluffy white. For me, it will always have a special place in my heart. I was 9 months pregnant, scheduled for a c-section on Feb 17, but had to cancel the c-section because the doctor could not make it to the hospital. I laughed at him when he called, because I did not have a problem getting to the hospital. Being 9 months pregnant, my ex-husband spent every minute of the storm outside, making sure the driveway was clear. Kinda important, just in case I went into labor (never mind that I had 2 nurses in the house, one who worked OB, the other who worked ER). If anything happened, I knew that we would manage. Sure, I could deliver at home if I really had to. My doctor finally made it into the hospital and asked if I wanted to come the next day, being as uncomfortable as a 9month pregnant woman is, I jumped at the chance to welcome my new baby into this Arctic tundra.
We work early, and my dad drove me the 30 miles to the hospital. Cars stuck in ditches and half covered in snow. My dad, having grown up in North Western Colorado and with his 4 wheel drive, slowly trudged forward. We arrive at the hospital for the scheduled c-section. The hospital personnel thought that we were nuts not for waiting a few more days, but we were ready. Shortly after 9am in the morning, my youngest son, Daniel Jackson, was welcomed into this world. Weighing 8lbs 2oz and a mere 21.5inches long. Today, he is a short (ha ha) 4 ft 4 inches and weighs 66lbs. It is so hard to believe that six years ago right now, he was still in my belly. It is amazing to watch him grow everyday; physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Danny, I love you, and have a Great Birthday!!