Yesterday Sarah officially turned 7! We didn't do too much to celebrate as we had her huge party on the 12th. But she still got her special birthday cereal, her special birthday lunch, got out of doing chores for the day, and had presents and ice cream. We would have gone to the zoo as well, but she and Sophie had horrible headaches and slight fevers in the morning. :( I thought they were getting sick and canceled the outing. They felt better later, but by then, Sarah decided she wanted to be a pajama sam for the day, and so that is what we did. She said it didn't feel like a birthday because there weren't any decorations put up, so I blew up some princess balloons I found at the store and she was happy.
I wrapped her presents and put them on the entertainment center to wait until Papa got home like we always do. At around 2:30 she started asking me when Papa was coming home so she could open her presents. At 3:00 I let her open the gift Oma had sent, hoping to placate her. That worked for about 15 minutes, and then the asking started up again. Every.five.minutes. So at around 3:45 I had had enough and told her to call Papa and see what he had to say about it. She did, and he said he would be sad to miss it but that he understood how hard it is to wait, so as long as we took lots of pictures, she could open them now. She was thrilled with this and happily smiled for all the pictures I took. She seemed pleased with her gifts. There wasn't anything too huge, since the Wii was the main present, but every birthday kid needs something to unwrap the day of.
I think her favorite gift was her new left-handed scissors. She spent the day cutting all kinds of things, the wrapping on her presents, scrap paper she found in the drawing door, and then her hair! None of my kids has ever done that before, and I thought she was past the age where that would be a problem, but apparently not. I am going to have to have it fixed before we go to North Carolina and take family pictures. Silly, Silly, Sarah.
And as always on her birthday, that night at family prayer I was most thankful that 7 years ago, Dr. Lauper listened to the Spirit and did NOT put me on a helicopter to transfer me to another hospital. Even though there were no beds for me in the hospital, outside of the labor and delivery rooms, and no incubators for my soon-to-be-born preemie baby. Something told him to just wait, and he did. That action, or non-action saved both our lives. My placenta tore away from the uterine wall and she was delivered by emergency c-section, at the same time we would have been up in the air flying to the new hospital. There would have been nothing the medics on board could have done, they aren't equipped for actual operations on those things, and we would have died before they could have landed anywhere to get help, most likely. It was scary enough as it was, all by myself in the hospital, I can't imagine the horror if I had been in the helicopter. Shudder. So yeah, really glad we all survived and lived to have three more children. Thanks again, Dr. Lauper.
Happy Birthday, Beautiful Princess Sarah! My favorite part of my birthdays growing up was having to not do any chores.