Today is the anniversary of the first time I messed up at motherhood. It was a cold Thursday afternoon, nine years ago, and I was pregnant with my first child. I worked as a high school teacher and it was my final day before my maternity leave started. I was very pregnant, swollen, and insanely excited to meet my daughter the next Monday.
I waddled to the parking lot and cried on the way home. I was so incredibly happy. When I pulled onto our street I saw my husband's truck. He was also taking the next day and following week off to be home with me and our new bundle of Goose. I parked the car in the garage and opened the door to the house.
He was standing there with his hands on his head. I said, "Hi." He said, "We missed the appointment!" I said, "What appointment?" He told me the hospital had called and was looking for me because I was scheduled for a c-section at 8 a.m. and had never shown up. The nurse told him they called the house repeatedly that day but no one answered. Then they called the doctor's office who suggested I was at work. The nurse told my husband to tell me to please call the hospital at my earliest convenience.
Wait. What? I missed my first real date with motherhood? How can that be?
I called the nurse back and she said, "Did you know you were supposed to have your baby today?" I said, "No, I'm supposed to have my baby Monday. My husband and I have the whole weekend planned for just 'me time' things like going to the movies and sleeping." She said, "We called you all day and then we called the doctor's office and they said you were at work!" I said, "Yes, that's where I was." She replied, "How early can you be here tomorrow?" I said, "You tell me." She said, "8 a.m, don't eat after midnight and nothing in the morning." I hung up the phone and my stomach flipped. Tomorrow. I turned to my husband and said, "Looks like we're having her tomorrow."
Turns out my OB/GYN told me February 19 but told the hospital February 15. Hello? My husband asked, "Well what should we do?" I replied, "Portillos." We went, barely spoke to each other as we processed the new turn of events, but occasionally laughed at what dummies we looked like. Who misses their c-section?
When the world of motherhood starts on an oops, you have no where to go but up! I look back at the nine years of getting to know this incredible Goose of a girl and I think - wait, what day was she born again? I basically have a mental celebration of her life from February 15 through February 19. The week of the Goose.