Who Knows Where the Time Goes?

On this day, half my lifetime ago, there was a big party in a delivery room at LDS Hospital in Salt Lake City with about 18 people attending.  This included the Momma (me), a few doctors, the Dad, the mother-in-law who manned the camera, the anesthesiologist, plus a team of four people per baby, waiting for each little girl to make her appearance, about six weeks prior to their due date. 

For the previous 36 days, various tocolytics had been used to try to stave off labor and keep the babies from coming before their lungs were mature, then finally, at 34-1/2 weeks along, they had had enough and were ready to come! 

A Cesarean Section was performed and little Lali was born at 12:47 pm weighing 4 lbs 6 oz., Coco at 12:48 pm even smaller at 3 lbs 10 oz., then tiny Sassy came at 12:50 pm and weighed 3 lbs. 1 oz.

Happy Birthday, Girls!  Funny, I consider it my birth-day too... after all, I'm the one who gave birth...

I don't remember much about the first year, but this picture proves that we survived it!  Here we all are in 1991 with three one-year-olds and one three-year-old!  I really want to re-enact this photo next year when there will be one thirty-three year old and three thirty-one year olds. 😂

Snapshots over the years.

  

Three twenty-year-olds with their "Turning 20" quilts they each made.

 

30 years later, and the girls are off on their own adventures!  I miss my little gaggle of girls wrangling for a spot on my lap, but I'm thrilled by the women they've become and the joy they spread wherever they go. 

Plus, BONUS... a couple of precious little grandbabies arrived last year to fill that space on my lap.

~ the Momma (aka Gamma, Gramma D, or "Ama")