A Race To The Finish Line 


3 years and 8ish months in a McDonald’s bathroom, my niece’s mother and I found out we were both pregnant. I was 17, she was 18. Scared as hell, we walked into Bob Evans, sat down with my family  ( who was awaiting the answer and probably already knew from the look on our faces) and gave the news. The waitress came to take our order and my mother orders ” Two virgins and two negative pregnancy tests, but I can’t have that so I guess I’ll just have two eggs.” Oh yeah, that’s been a good laugh the past few years!

A few weeks and a couple due date changes later, Chelsea and I were officially due a day apart!

A couple more months go by and we found out that we were both having girls!

Now, as you could imagine, Chelsea and I became a bit competitive. After all, one of us was going to have the first grandchild!

At 28 weeks I started to go in to preterm labor. I was put on bed rest and medication to prevent having Clarabelle early. Still yet as the weeks went on I was dilating more and more. By the time I hit 36 weeks I was already 5 cm dilated.

Chelsea, on the other hand, was having a very smooth pregnancy. Gloria was growing perfectly, she wasn’t dilating, having contractions, none of it.

I just knew I was going to win this race!

I was at the doctor’s office 4 and 5 times a week with regular contractions every few minutes. He sent me to go walk for an hour. I would go walking/squatting/eating spicy foods. Every single time I went back to that office, the contractions had stopped.

At our 37 week appointments (we usually just scheduled ours together so we could carpool) I was still at 5 cm and having contractions that would start and stop and after everything being normal the week prior Chelsea’s fluid was dropping.

A few days go by and it was still dropping.

They sent her straight over to be induced.

After her having such a smooth ride, and me being practically being in labor for the past 18 weeks, she won!

Now, mind you, this was all a big joke between us, Gloria was safe and that’s all that really mattered!

And today we are decorating for her 3rd birthday  and all 4 kids are playing happily in the living room.

It doesn’t matter how or when they get here, all that matters is that they’re safe, happy, and well fed!

Happy birthday Gloria! Auntie loves you!

Author: smudgesonmymirror

A dynamic mother/daughter duo that has overcome obstacles and chosen to embrace our experiences rather than to change our view of ourselves. Lovingly labeled by Gigi or Mommy, the tone and messages in each post will reflect generational viewpoints and family continuances.

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