It is 4:30 am and I am getting the last of my things in the car and heading to the hospital to have a baby. It is September 11, 2001. As we were sitting in the waiting room, well I was sitting Justin was pacing, we were watching the local news. The weather was beautiful for that time of year. Traffic was running smoothly with no delays... the nurse calls my name just as the breaking news icon flashes across the screen of the T.V. In the back I change into a gown get hooked up to IV's drink that really nasty shot of crap they give me in case I have acid in my stomach. Yeah right I am starving!!! I have to pee like crazy because of all the fluids they keep running through my IV. Finally my Mom shows up. Justin is still pacing all this time. My best friend for the day, you know the guy with all the great drugs show up and gives me a shot of Demerol and hurries me to the delivery room where I get my spinal block and lie down for the doctors to do all the work and delivery my baby. A few minutes later Tanner Michael is born 8lbs. 8oz. 21 inches long and not crying. I freak out. He is however doing great just quiet.
With all this going on the nurses and doctors and even my mom and Justin are whispering in the corners of the room. I start to wonder if something is wrong with the baby or me. Where there complications from the medicine I had to take that they didn't see? His Tanner's heart rate okay? Is my blood pressure and heart rate good? Everyone kept telling me everything with me and the baby was great. But there was still something I could figure out going on.
Later that night after all the visitors had gone home and things had settled down Justin turned on the T.V. and I found out what had happened in New York, at the Pentagon and on United Flight 93. Every year I am so greatful as I celebrate another year with my sweet boy for all of the soilders fighting to keep him and all of us safe and our freedoms intacted in this country. When I think of all the hours Jusitn works and all the little things that he misses out on on a day to day basis it makes me so thankful for the sacrifice these men and women make spending months away from the ones they love to serve my family. I could never put into words the emotions I feel when I think of their sacrifice. So today and everyday lets keep them in our hearts and prays.