17 years ago, shortly after midnight, Andrea came into the world. She arrived late and in a rush, her official clock kick-started by a surgical team.
I remember Lori draped in the blue dressings of the operating room and the anesthesiologist positioning me at the head of the table.
“You see all these people?” he asked, pointing to the gathering crowd of doctors and nurses.
I nodded, nonplussed by the sudden move from the quiet delivery suite to the bustling operating room.
“Not one of them is here to take care of you if you pass out.”
His words struck the nerve of the dilemma racing through my mind. Ever squeamish around needles and blood, I simply could not allow myself to pass out and miss the birth of my daughter — or son, as we had chosen not to know whether this child would be boy or girl.
I didn’t pass out, the medical concern surrounding Andrea’s birth proved unfounded, and we’ve now shared 17 largely wonderful years graced by her presence and embrace of life.
Within the last few years, we’ve also shared some unexpected, scary times. Ironically, she seems to have faced and transcended the challenges better than her parents, teaching and inspiring us to accept life as it comes and to be grateful for each day’s dawn. Make each day sufficient.
Happy 17th birthday, Andrea.
As you enter adulthood, may you chase your dreams to fulfillment and may your journey be blessed.