Finally, at 5/7/14, I got the call at 5:00 AM that I had been waiting for. Baby Carson was making his debut.
Let me take you on a little trip down memory lane. It was 7th grade chorus class with Mrs. Pierce. The very first day of school. I walked into chorus class with my super cute pink Aeropostale sweatsuit feeling comfy and ready to sing. What do I see across the room? A girl wearing the exact same outfit. So of course we had to chit-chat. We discovered we had the same birthday. Really? This chick had on the exact same outfit and the same birthday? I mean c'mon. That's just nature's way of telling me we were going to be best friends.
Lets fast forward 9 years, through sleepovers, trying to skip Sunday School, endless nights of Monopoly, sneaking out, and graduating together. She comes to my house early one morning and tells me that she has some news. She says she thinks she is pregnant. So naturally, as any best friend would do, I drug her butt to the store, we bought like 5 pregnancy tests, and made her take them as soon as we got back to my house. Yup...she was preggo.
This girl had the best pregnancy. No morning sickness, no awful fatigue, no horrific weight-gain, nothing. She had some heartburn and swollen ankles, but that's nothing compared to some pregnancy symptoms. She was finally full-term and we tried everything to get this little boy to come out. Seriously...everything. I mean, the girl downed twice the suggested amount of castor oil before heading to work for a night shift. We went over speedbumps, ate spicy food, went walking, got evening primrose oil, etc etc etc. She had Scalini's eggplant parmesan with her aunt, heck...I got her a bouncing ball and she just sat there for forever while we watched Shark Tank. This baby did not want to come out.
So as I said before...Finally, at 5/7/14, I got the call at 5:00 AM that I had been waiting for. Baby Carson was making his debut. I jumped out of bed, super ecstatic, and met her at the hospital. Let me tell you something...this chick had the fastest labor. She doesn't think so, but from the time her water broke to the time she had Carson, it was lightning quick.
When sweet Carson was born, he looked a little blue and the nurse swept him up to check on him. They had a respiratory team come in, and finally took him to the NICU. It wasn't until after X-Rays they found out he needed to be taken to Egleston Children's Hospital in Atlanta. There is a pretty detailed description of everything that happened past this point at the link below.
Now I could sit here all day and talk about how proud I am of Kelley, her husband Omar, and sweet Carson. But I think you get the idea...Kelley was so amazing in the delivery room and is such a great mom. I am so proud of her. I love her to the moon and back. I'm just so happy to see her as a mommy. Being a mom is the greatest thing that has EVER happened to me, and I am so elated to see her experience the same joy I have had the pleasure to experience.