Almost 12 years ago, on a snowy December Tuesday, I went into labour with my second baby! My entire pregnancy had gone relatively smoothly. I hadn’t been sick much and I also didn’t balloon up like an elephant like I did with Aimee which was a relief!
The night Chloe was born, I was home alone with 2 1/2-year-old Aimee while Anson was out with his dad. I started to feel a little uncomfortable so I decided to wash my hair and try to relax in case I had to go to the hospital (obviously clean hair was at the top of my importance list!).
I washed my hair and remember sitting on my bed watching Wheel of Fortune which means it was sometime after 7 PM. I started feeling a little worse, so I got up to dry my hair. As I got out the flat iron, I found myself breathing slowly through some contractions but I was doing okay! I straightened my hair, made sure my bag was ready and got the phone to call Anson. I asked if he was on his way home and he said yes, so I quickly hung up. I called my mother-in-law to come get Aimee and then I waited…and waited…and waited!
I started to get annoyed because Anson was taking forever so I called him again. I asked him what he was doing and he said he was getting gas in the car. “BUT I NEED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL NOW!” I shouted. He replied, “Why didn’t you tell me that when you called the first time?! You didn’t even say you were in labour!” (oops! Lesson learned!)
Anson and my in-laws arrived at the same time. Aimee left with them and Anson tried to convince me to get into the car. As I got in the car I really wanted to start pushing but knew that was a bad idea. I told Anson to drive fast, but to not get pulled over because I didn’t want to have this baby in the car. Luckily we arrived without incident and Anson grabbed a wheelchair and got me into the hospital. We arrived at 8:42 and after being checked, the nurse hollered for a doctor and I started pushing immediately. It was the craziest experience of my life as I didn’t even know who the doctor was in the room, but at 8:57 (15 whole minutes after we arrived!) Chloe Melissa was born.
It is really hard to believe that it’s been almost 12 years since that night! Chloe has grown up into an amazing person who loves with all her heart. She is loyal and generous to a fault; she is hilarious and sometimes irritating, but above all, she is perfectly herself which I am so grateful for.
I took Chloe and one of her friends roller skating on Saturday for three hours. It was what Chloe requested to do and she had the best time ever! Before we left Chloe declared that she wanted to live at the rink and just roller skate whenever she wants.
After we finished at the rink we headed home to Chloe’s requested birthday dinner: pancakes. She didn’t even want a cake but instead chose a stake of pancakes filled with Nutella, bananas, strawberries, chocolate chips, sprinkles and maple syrup. Can you tell she has a sweet tooth?!
As I think of the past year of Chloe’s life I see so many accomplishments! She ran two races this year: a 10km and a 15km. She pulled her grades up significantly and worked hard to enjoy school rather than just tolerate it. She did things she was scared to do even though it was hard and learned that not everything is as scary as she thought. She made new friends and even learned about bullies, but one of the best things about Chloe that has never changed is evidenced in what she said when asked what she wanted for her birthday:
Can I just have money so I can buy [her best friends name] a Christmas present?
Never stop being so giving, Chloe. You are going to change the world someday! Happy 12th Birthday– I love you!