Happy Birthday Aryanna!

I can't believe my little girl is four years old today. Didn't she just get here? Time goes by so fast... too fast.

I was born at 11:11 in the morning. Pretty cool, huh? Well, it gets better: When I was first dating her father, we were joking one day how he could read my mind. He guessed the card in my hand, and some other random fact. I knew I had never told him this, so I said, "Fine, then. You can read my mind. What time was I born?" Immediately he made a face and said, "How am I supposed to know that?" "Well just guess, then. I'll give you a clue: it's a unique number."

His response? "Well, I know it's not 11:11."
"WHAT?!?!?!?! How did you know that? I have NEVER told you that!"
"Told me what? That's what time I was born!"
Turns out we were both born at 11:11 in the morning.

Cool story, right? But it still gets better:

Cut to- I'm pregnant with our daughter and we are scheduled for a c-section at 10:30 am. While the nurse was getting my IV in, I told her the story and asked her what the possibility was that we would have her at that same time. She said it was a neat story, but it was 9:45 and they were ready to take me into the OR so it wasn't gonna happen. I was so excited to get Aryanna here that I didn't care. So they took us back and started to give me the spinal block, but the girl who was doing it was in training... yes, TRAINING. oy veh. So, she doesn't do it right, and it only blocked the left side. So she had to do it again. YES, they let HER do it AGAIN. I was not happy. It hurt and it was uncomfortable and it is FREEZING in an OR and I was not in the mood to hear her say OOPS. Anyway, she gets it right, and finally they are on the other side of the blue sheet and they are almost done, and that first nurse comes by and says, "Guess what? It's 11:08!" It took a second for me to process, and then I said, "Do you think we could do it?!?" Well, the two young doctors who were operating tandem overheard our exchange and asked what I was talking about. I gave them a quick run-down, and suddenly, one doctor looked at the other with a devious twinkle in his eyes and said, "You can't get this baby out in two minutes!" "OH YES I CAN!", the other doc responded, and suddenly the room filled with the smell of testosterone and the craziest thing happened. All of the peds nurses, and the anesthesiologist and all of my nurses and, well, basically every one in the room started clapping and cheering, and the doctors were practically tossing things back and forth and the tick of the clock was almost audible and....

WAAAHHHHHHH. 11:11 am!

And now, she is a little lady. She loves lip gloss and Hannah Montana and she has a sarcastic wit that is so intuitive that it takes you by surprise. She smells like lavender and gets her pronouns confused and she completely lights up my life.

Happy Birthday, baby girl. Mommy loves you more than you could ever know!