It's 3-ish am, and I can't sleep. So I'll tell you about why I couldn't sleep a year ago, right about this time. Today is Audrey's birthday. She was born at 1:02 am on March 7, 2009. She was most definitely a surprise since she was not due for nearly 5 more weeks. The week leading up to her birth, Robert had been out of town, I had not been feeling well, and when he got back I went into labor.
That night, we took Genny to Coldstone Creamery. The picture on my phone is still the one I took of her across the table that night, enjoying her ice cream. We brought her home, put her to bed, and I tried everything I could to make the contractions stop. Nothing worked. I finally called my doctor at 11, and he was already at the hospital, so he said to come on up, just in case.
I was pissed. I did not want to go up there. We called my mom to come stay with Gen, and away we went.
At midnight they determined that I was in full labor and having a baby. She was breech, so they said they would deliver her by C-section in an hour. I hadn't even pre-registered yet. They all assured me that she would be just fine, and I didn't believe them.
We called our lovely retired neighbor to go to our house to stay with Gen so my mom could bring up my suitcase and the camera and be there when the baby was born.
I'd love to say I handled this with grace. I did not. I freaked out. Regardless of my freakout, they delivered her anyway. I got a brief glimpse before they took her away to the NICU.

See, she was pretty, huh? So fast-forward to 3-ish when I was out of recovery and deposited in a room. We wanted Genny to wake up to something normal and then come up to the hospital, so that meant Robert needed to be at home when she got up. Robert went home for the rest of the night so that our neighbor could go home and he could get some sleep as well. And I sat there by myself. awake. while my still-un-named baby was somewhere else, and I had no idea where she was or what was going on.
The nurses left my cell phone within reach, so I started sending text messages. At 6 I convinced a nurse to help me get dressed in regular clothes and hand me my makeup. At 7 I called my friend Careese to share the wild news, and she immediately came up to the hospital so I wasn't by myself.
When she found out I hadn't seen my baby yet, she went into action. The nurses were not interested in helping me to go see Audrey. I remember them saying they'd get me up to go about 9 or 10. They didn't seem to sense the urgency. So Careese found a wheelchair somewhere, brought it back and told the nurse "she's going to go see her baby now. do you need to put her in this or may I?" We went down the hall to the NICU, went through security, scrubbed in, put on protective gowns, and went to find my baby.
Did I mention she was very pregnant at the time? Well she was. I'm guessing we were a little bit funny prowling the halls.....

We found "Baby Poling" and they had her in a heated bed, in a giant diaper, with tons of monitors on her. beeping. screens flashing. She seemed very small. And she was sleeping. They told us that we weren't there at the appropriate time to be able to touch her, so I was instructed not to touch my child.
Careese came to my defense. I don't think violence was explicitly threatened (it might have been, I'm not sure), but somehow it was quickly decided that the rules could be bent a little. Thus the picture above.
So that's how I got to meet our little Audrey Kate and begin one of the wildest journeys I've ever experienced.