My Girl

I couldn't let another post go by without telling the story of My Girl.


It's hard to believe this little girl is now a quarter of a century old. Makes me feel my age more and more.

After the loss of our son prematurely early in our marriage, the obstetrician found numerous problems with my plumbing.

End result was they didn't think I would ever be able to hold a baby to term. At that time we were content with our active social life and our two dogs, Trooper and Smudge....


As the months passed more problems were discovered and the Naval Doctors strongly recommended that we consider adoption.

One morning (just a couple of weeks before the SgtMaj was scheduled for a vasectomy), I woke up with the need to try for a baby, just one more time. If I didn't carry the baby to term we would adopt.

And so we happily tried to have a baby.........nothing happened.

I couldn't believe it. All of my friends had babies, my own teenie tiny mother popped out 5! Why couldn't I have one?

So we went to Disney World.....and you guessed it, a wish was granted or baby conceived, which ever way you want to look at it.

I was bedridden for most of the pregnancy. I had pre-eclampsia, gestational diabetes, and went into premature labor twice. What a long 10 months that was!

That's right, 10 months! In typical Lauren fashion she was late!! All those months of living in fear that I would deliver early and the little snot was late. (Trust me I spent another 2 decades waiting for her)


But hazzah!

She was born after just 38 hours of hard labor with no anesthesia (not recommended!). And she was beautiful! We were both in tears hearing her cry.


All of the worry, the varicose veins, weight gain, and other unmentional side effects was worth it to look into those beautiful blue eyes.

Two weeks after her birth we were driving to Cape Cod for a new duty station. In a 2 door, Ford Escort without air conditioning, Oh and it was August people! That's a whole other story!