El Hurricane es Uno.
Hurricane Rita, September 21, 2005, courtesy of NOAAAug. 29, 2005: Only 23 days earilier, the costliest and one of the deadliest hurricanes in US history had hit just miles up the road, and this one was predicted to be worse.
And. It was heading straight for us.
Sept. 19, 2005: So of course everyone was evacuating. Including my doctor. And we thought, hey, we probably should too. (Maybe. I guess. We have tickets to ACL anyway.) However, I was within the delivery timeframe that you're not supposed to travel. But whatever, I mean, I was still 27 days out from my due date. And my pregnancy had been (thankfully) beyond boring.
That was Monday.
I had two meetings before 10 a.m. and then went straight to my regularly scheduled weekly OB appointment to check in on my growing, kicking, heartburn-producing opus.
Before I left, I didn't even turn off my office computer because I still had some things to finish before my 2 p.m. creative presentation to clients. After the appointment, I was going to run a few errands, check in on the boards, and wrap that all up.
But it didn't happen. Because after the appointment, I never went back to the office. I was officially on bedrest.
Sept. 21, 2005: The news hotties were in a frenzy. And everyone was all ears, mesmerized by their every dramatized word.
We were going to be directly hit by a category-five hurricane, our entire city was going to be destroyed, my blood pressure was suddenly at 180/120. And I wonder why.
The rest of the story is actually a collection of about 7500 different (mostly hilarious) stories (stories including my parents sleeping in the hospital lobby next to 400 lb "Robert the Pot Man")...(which we assume meant he had something to do with the pots in the kitchen)...(the kitchen being the hospital kitchen where my parents volunteered and worked over the next few days because there wasn't enough staff)...(not enough staff in the largest US medical center).
A lot of stories.
Sept. 22, 2005: But the most important thing about that entirely crazed week arrived a year ago today.
We immediately felt like the luckiest people on earth. And we are.
posted by Girl con Queso at 8:42 AM
14 Comments:
happy birthday.
today is my grandfather's 87th birthday - an auspicious (sp?) day indeed.
Happy Birthday Hurricane! I'm been thinking about you and your mom all day.
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Wow, look at that darling face!
What a story to be born during a Hurricane! I hope you share more of those little tidbits from your experience.
Wow. Wow to the story, that is. As for that sweet little hat (and the sweet little baby!) - wow doesn't even begin to cover it.
Aw, adorable! Happy Birthday!
The 22nd was my due date, so I remember the day well. My little hurricane arrived three days later.
Well, it's good thing he is so darn fun to be around, because Hurricane H. made DadConQueso and me miss ACL. As it turns out, he's soooo much better than Coldplay.
Viva la Hurricane! Happy BDay!
Love,
PadrinoConQueso
YAY, HARRY!!! So glad you came to join us!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! I am sad to miss the party manana, but will see you next week!
That's just about the sweetest newborn pic I've ever seen. Hope you make it to ACL Fest. I think my brother's band is playing. Happy Birthday, Hurricane!
What a sweety. Sept. 22 brought a special girl into our lives too, only 14 years ago. I'm celebrating on my blog today too.
Happy Birthday to your precious one.
happy birthday hurricane! and happy birthaversary to you GCQ. congratulations on surviving the first year -- more great stuff to come.
Aww, Happy Belated Birthday, adorable baby.
I never thought I would see a newborn picture as cute as the newborn pictures of my son, but this is close . . .
Wow, what a story! Happy bday little girl.
Man, what a story he'll have (and you have)! That picture is adorable. I miss those days.
Oh that face!
And duh...now I get it..."Hurricane". I'm an idiot.
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