Where Does Time Go?

I used to hear my Mom say, "Don't wait to do that. Time passes so fast" She often said that after she turned 50, time seemed to fly by. I can relate to that. Today our middle daughter, Missy, turned 33. I can remember so vividly when she was born. But, let me back up a little. I became pregnant with Missy in 1975. Even though this pregnancy wasn't planned, it had gone great. I had no morning sickness. Actually, I used both my pregnancies as an excuse to eat. (for which I am still paying for until this day.) Remembering back to one particular day of that pregnancy this comes to mind: I had worked at the NC Dept. of Revenue and returned to work for about 3 months after our first daughter, Amy, was born. I had made lots of friends at the Revenue Dept. and one Saturday decided to go up and visit one of my revenue friends for the day. We had a great visit but toward the end of it, I began to cramp so much but only in one side of my stomach. I told my friend that I had better go because I felt like I was going to be sick. It was only about 5 miles back to my house. When I got home and pulled in the carport, I could not even get out of the car. I was in horrific pain. I literally leaned over the horn and blew it to get Bill's attention to come out and get me. Being 3 months pregnant brought so much to mind that the pain could be. I thought about tubal pregnancy. "Was I miscarrying?" I told Bill that I had to go to the hospital. By then, I had begun to vomit and was in such pain that I could not even stand straight. When we got to the hospital, the doctors did blood work and examinations to try to determine the source.
The doctor came in looking pretty somber and said the blood work showed elevated white count but that even still, with my being pregnant, they were not able to determine exactly what the problem was. He told Bill I was going to have to undergo exploratory surgery to determine the exact cause. Well, that scared me to death.
He said they were going to have to cut me longways down the middle of my stomach.
I was living in the "old days" when they hadn't even heard of laparoscopic surgery.
Long story short, when they got in there, they found that everything was fine with the baby, but my appendix were about to rupture and that was the problem all along.
You know, they took those appendix out sewed my tummy back up. The doctor came in and told us that I more than likely would have some bleeding and there was a slim chance that I would lose the baby. BUT I DIDN'T!! She's 33 today. Can you believe they can cut you open so near to your unborn and take something out and your baby never be harmed? God must have really wanted me to have her, right? (Jer. 1:5 "Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you. Before you were born, I set you apart for my holy purpose. I appointed you to be a prophet to the nations.") Jer 29:11 (NIV) "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."

Let's fast forward to September 5, 1975, the DAY Missy was born. I had been in hard labor but had only dilated to a 3 after several hours of being in the hospital. Finally, though, I reached a point that they said they could give me my epidural.
Well, wouldn't you know it? As soon as the epidural started, the CONTRACTIONS STOPPED!!! STOPPED, I SAY!!! The doctor came in and said,(as he rubbed his head lamely) "I guess I will go on home for dinner and be back in a while to check on you."
About that time I wanted to start screaming "don't leave me." I DON'T WANT TO HAVE THIS BABY BY MYSELF. Actually, I wanted to call him some names.....some BBBAAAADDDD names. Next he said, "I believe while I am gone we will just turn the anesthesia to the epidural off and see if your labor will start back. And with that, he walked out the door. It took about as long as it took for him to get to the elevator to go to his car and I started hurting. He didn't even hear me yell. His stomach was growling. Guess what, it took long enough for him to get to his car and "I DILATED TO A 10....10 I say!!! That's a 10 without anesthesia. The nurse sent someone to try and catch the doctor. I was screaming bloody murder with pain. I hadn't had Lamaze. I didn't know how to breathe. In fact, I held my breath. I screamed for the nurse to TURN THAT ANESTHESIA BACK ON. In her nice little "nursey" voice she informed me that she could not do that without a doctor's order. At that point, the beast came out in me...! I grabbed that NURSEY by the nurses uniform and told her in no uncertain terms that I could care less about orders and that I WAS GOING TO KILL HER IF SHE DIDN"T TURN THAT JUICE BACK ON. Bill was there with me and he even had a hard time holding me back. I guess I wasn't really going to kill her. I just felt like I could. This is a Christian who is a preacher's wife shouting "kill,kill!!!
You know, I don't remember much after that. She was born; I didn't have to hurt anybody. Thirty-three years later, she makes me laugh, makes me cry, blesses me in every way. I am so glad I didn't have to go to prison after she was born. It would have been awful for someone else to get to raise her. I love you Melissa Diane Cashion Bryant.