...I woke up on New Year's Day groggy, dehydrated, and had a rockin' headache. Sounds like we had a pretty wild night, right?
Right.
You see, at 1:36 a.m. on December 31, I received a text from Molly Marine, "At the hospital. :)" It was time for baby Molly Marine!
We waited all day for news. We worried as the day got later and later. Meckenzie and I texted all day, wondering when the baby, who we decided should be named after us (naturally), would finally arrive.
At 5:00 p.m. I broke down and texted Molly's sister, and she continued to text me over the next few hours with updates, which I then texted to Meckenzie.
Then things started to get a little loopy.
My real question is: what did people DO before texting and Facebook when they went into labor? Did they just go to the hospital and people found out a few days later they'd given birth? Via carrier pigeon? A handwritten letter, perhaps?
At 12:24 a.m. on January 1, fireworks were going off outside and I was sitting in bed waiting for the next text. At 1:48 a.m. it came, "Baby born! Healthy!! No name yet!!!" I sighed, rolled over, and fell fast asleep (for the next few minutes until Clara was up to eat). Even Ken got in on the action, asking me as I turned the light off, "That baby born yet?"
I always knew Molly was a trooper. You don't survive deployments to Afghanistan and Iraq without having a little bit of tough in your DNA. But 24+ hours of labor? That takes her to a whole other level of trooper in my mind.
Can't wait to meet the little Molly Marine, who does have a name now - Elizabeth. Perfect little Lizzie, born to two Marine Captains on 1/1 at 1:11 a.m.
