February 13 is a special day at our house. Carmen was born! Our youngest will be 7 on Wednesday. It is both a blessing and a curse that her birthday is the day before Valentine's Day.
Consider this ... we have to spend the 12th making Valentines because the 13th is busy. And we hide our Valentine cards from each other until the 14th. Waiting 2 days is a long time for the youngest ones but we manage. And it seems like we always put up streamers and balloons in red and white because of the holiday. This year, I told Carmen we could use any color she wanted to decorate, thinking she might be tired of the same old, same old. But, no, she's fine with the status quo. As well as the heart-shaped cake she always gets. Maybe routine is comforting to her. And this is just fine with us.
When she was born on the 13th, I did get a few people remarking about a "13th" birthday but if you don't have any trouble with that number (we don't - it's just a number) then it's no problem. I do feel badly that she'll always have a birthday tied to a holiday, like me (I was born on Mother's Day - no fair!) But what can you do about it? Nothing! What you can do is make sure your husband buys you flower and/or candy for EACH special day. No skimping. No combining holidays. You can bet I'll educate her on that theory!!
I know I've posted about her birth before but it's so fun to write about, here it is in a nutshell.
On the 12th of Feb. in 2001, I thought I was in labor so we went to the hospital. At 11:00 pm, my nurse practitioner sent me home to sleep. The next morning, I was REALLY sure I was in labor but my n.p. wanted me to come to her office to make sure. We had already called the hospital but didn't go there due to her orders. But I didn't want to deliver at her office, either! So we went and parked by the river, timing my contractions and watching the river traffic. My contractions were 6 minutes apart, consistently. I was told to wait until they were 5 min. apart. Can you tell we weren't clearly thinking? At noon, Todd said, "Let's just go home and have lunch," to which I shouted, "I don't WANT to go home!" He immediately motored it to the hospital (2 blocks away) and when we walked down the hall to maternity, I had my first hard contraction (I hung on to Todd). A nurse said, "Where have you been - we've been calling all over for you?!" I was ushered into the "pink" birthing room and had Carmen less than 2 hours later. Whew! I dare say it was the easiest birth of them all. We also laugh about the fact that all three of my kids were born in the "pink" birthing room, not that it was ever planned that way. We got the room they gave us. And when we were in on the 12th, they had put us in the "green" room, so we just figure Carmen was waiting for the "pink" room to be available. Are you familar with the photographer, Anne Geddes? Remember the "baby surrounded by pink rose petals" photo? That photo is directly across from the bed in that room and I've spent a lot of time looking at that cute baby!
So, Happy Birthday Carmen Vashti! You are the feminine bright spot in our boy-filled home. You have a quirky sense of humor that I adore (and that you inherited, I'm afraid!) And the belly laugh and giggle to go with it. I look forward to watching you grow into the girl/woman God's wants you to be.