What? Is it February already?

If you happen to have any control over when your children are born, I would recommend delivering them at the end of the month (or at least mid-month). Lily's birthday, February 1st completely sneaks up on us every single year.
In honor of her third birthday, I will share a few of the moments surrounding her birth.
1. I happened to be babysitting one of my dear friend's children the night I went to the hospital. I also told my husband that it was "fine" for him to go pay some visits to some of the kids in the class he taught at Church that year. The boy I was babysitting kept asking me what was wrong every time I bent over the counter, in obvious pain. I finally snapped at him and he quit inquiring about the reason behind my deep breathing. Thankfully, he doesn't remember.
2. We left for the hospital and I only had one contraction on the fifteen minute ride to downtown Boise (is it just me, or are contractions in the car pretty much akin to death?) On the 5 minute walk to the hospital from our parked car, I had three contractions.
3. I had burned my arm cooking dinner that night. I think it might be why the labor and delivery nurse asked me(after Tim left the room to get some ice chips) if I was abused. Tim thinks they should have asked him the same question.
4. I almost gave birth to Lily in the toilet. I stood up, after using the restroom, and started having a contraction, only to find myself running for the hospital bed, screaming, "she's coming!" All hell broke loose after that and my beautiful second child was born 2 pushes later.
Lily has been my best childbirth experience thus far. I will refrain from saying that she is my easiest child because, in fact, she isn't. I love her.