Happy Birthday to Sarah!

My last post lamented the passing of the seventh birthday of my baby boy. And now, less than a month later, I am facing the seventeenth birthday of my oldest baby girl.

This is what 17 looks like…

We all see it, everyone posts a picture of their growing children and asks, “Where does the time go?”

And here I am wondering the same thing! For the first 10 years of Sarah’s life, I had my stair-stepped children arriving into this world — marking the passing of time in a real way. But now, having gone 7 years without adding to the population at all, I find myself stymied by the realization of being mother to a child who is 17.

Sarah with her Great-grandparents about 2.5 months after she was born

Her birthday falls on a Monday this year, too. Ah…it takes me back to that Monday, seventeen years ago — arriving early in the morning at North Kansas City Hospital to begin the induction process, including my sister in the day. After my water broke and I received my epidural, we spent most of the time playing Cribbage and listening to Sports Radio waiting out the labor. We had a scary moment, when Sarah’s heart rate dropped and I had to be re-positioned in order to ensure an internal heart rate monitor could be placed on her. I remember the “pushing phase” that lasted 2 hours and 15 minutes. I remember hearing the doctors indicate whether staff was on site for a c-section if I was unable to push her out. (FTR I made it through not needing a c-section.) It’s still so fresh in my mind, the last second switch for Craig from NOT wanting to cut the umbilical cord, to him grabbing those shears and doing it the first time.

Once she was born and laid on my stomach, I marveled. I seriously can’t think of a better word for what I did…I looked at her and marveled at how beautiful she was. I said I couldn’t believe how quiet she was (I asked why wasn’t she crying?) For probably just a minute, but what felt like a forever-moment, Sarah looked at me, right at me, with big, brown eyes. I remember asking, “Are her eyes really brown? Aren’t they supposed to be blue?” But I fell deeply in love in that moment. It kind of makes me choke up now thinking about it. I could not believe (and nor can my description here do it justice) how much love I felt right then. It was incredible.

Over the years, my baby girl, Sarah, has taken my breath away many times.



Being her mom is the most wonderful gift in this life.

Thank you, God, for giving us Sarah. Thank you, Sarah, for being one of the most special human beings ever created.

I love you! Happy 17th Birthday!