As Told by Newborn Nicole
Mom and Grandma Jen arrived at Ogden Regional Medical Center around 6:00 p.m. on a Friday night, the 20th of September, 2002. I was already making progress on my arrival, but the hospital was having trouble locating Dr. Starley. Grandma waited with Mommy for a couple of hours until Dr. Starley was contacted (he was on a trip in Idaho). After a couple of hours, Daddy and Grandma switched places so Grandma could go home to get some sleep. Over the next five hours, Mommy and Daddy mostly talked and told jokes to each other while I worked hard, yet fruitlessly slow. Mommy's epidural worked hard, too, so she wouldn't get worn out.
See that -- lots of smiles, no stress.
See that -- lots of smiles, no stress.Dr. Starley's family vacation ended at 1:30 a.m. when he showed up at the hospital to take care of some business. And that's when things really started happening! Soon after his arrival, Grandma Jen came back to the hospital because she couldn't take the suspense any longer, and she never did get any of that sleep that she wanted.
Less than two hours later, I made my debut screaming at the top of my lungs. At 3:39 a.m., I was born an early-riser.
And hey, how about a pat on the back, or a bottle, to show your appreciation for all of my hard work?! I suppose I could settle for a squeeze tight from Mom.
And Dad. 
But eventually, I'm going to need that bottle. That part is non-negotiable.The nursing staff kept Daddy busy. First of all, they taught him how to put a diaper on me. (Lot of good that did. I think that was his last time doing that! Just kidding. I think there was one other time when he changed me. Can't be sure.)
For the record, here are my stats.
Finally, a family photo.
