Allison was scheduled to get induced on Friday, February 10th. My sister loves multiples of 5. She was loving the idea of February 10th. Her birthday is also on the 10th, and hey, it's a multiple of 5 :). I had plans in place for CW that Friday. Oh sure, I knew she could still go into labor any day, but she'd just been to the doctor and there were no real signs of baby coming. So, the 10th it was going to be. Sounds great :).
4 am Wednesday morning. My cell phone rings. It's Allie...."want to come to the hospital and become an Auntie??" she says. My heart starts beating faster than I can recall in recent history. I am officially a mess. A mess the way I made fun of her for being when I called her with my news two years earlier. A mess the way I didn't think I would be. Silly me. Of course I was a mess. My sister was about to become a mommy. My brother a daddy. Me an Auntie. Jared an Uncle. Caden a Cousin. All for the first time. Duh, BIG DAY!!!
I was with Allie the whole day, up until they said it was show time and she could start pushing. Then 3 (looooooooooooong) hours later I was welcomed back into the world to meet my niece. It was the most incredible experience that day. Next to the birth of my own son, it was the most wonderful day I've ever experienced. And I got to witness it all this time and be involved in it all. See, when I had Caden, I don't feel like I got to 'witness' it all, know what all was going on, and feel really involved. Sound weird? Well, I was driving the train of that delivery if you will. No time to look out the window on the train and see what the view was like. No time to go to a different car on the train for some food. No time to soak it all in, honestly. I was in action mode when it was my turn. Focused on the end, in complete action mode to get there.
I enjoyed the day Caden arrived immensely, don't get me wrong, I had an unusually fabulous experience with labor and delivery. Surrounded by loved ones, playing cards, joking, it was great. But I guess what I'm getting at was this was a completely different experience, next best thing to having my own. It was incredible. I will never forget it.
When it was my turn to go in and meet her, I was sobbing so hard I think the nurses at the station outside Allie's room thought I was a nut job. There she was. She looked wonderful. I could not wait to hug her. And then, there was the baby too. Haha. No but seriously, I was so glad to see Allie, smiling, knowing she was okay. And to meet my niece for the first time. And to hear from my sweet sister why she wanted her middle name to be Emily. Ah, it was just a beautiful moment. I will never forget it.
Isabel was 20 1/2 inches long just like Caden. Their head and chest were exactly the same size. She was exactly a pound heavier than Caden, at 8 lbs 4 oz. allie was in the same delivery room as me. Same nurse. Same doctor. On a Wednesday. Kinda wild :).
I thank God for the wonderful day of February 8th, 2012. That Isabel Emily was right on time. That I was there with Allie for it all. And that I started Isabel's life off right outside the door waiting for her, just a step away :). May I always be just a step away from my sweet niece, for every dance recital, school play, first book she reads, broken heart, and slumber parties with Auntie.
Yes, life is grand.