I have never had a lucky number. When I was younger, I thought double zero would be a cool lucky number, but my friend's mother was always our coach and so she always got first pick. I thought it was kinda unfair but that friend could have beat me up anyway- so I never pressed the issue. When I got into high school, I started off with a number in one sport but I could never claim it in the next sport. The coaches did not seem to put much care into what number you had on your back. In basketball we were forced to pick a double digit so the number was like 34 or 52. I just could not identify with those numbers...I was looking more for a 4 or 8 or even 9- not sure why but I liked the single digit idea for some strange reason. When I started playing competitive soccer, I decided that I would pick the number of a famous soccer player (maybe channel Mia Hamm), however, I did not play the same position as that star so I felt a disconnect and eventually dropped the number obsession. Again...I was having number identify issues. In college, I tried to pick a number that I could stick with but the upperclassman got to pick first and by the time it got to me...I had slim pickings. I don't even remember my college number, but I also don't know my husband's cell phone number without looking it up on my iPhone. Maybe I am just not a numbers kinda gal?!? This worked out in college, though, because I knew I needed a major that only required 1 math...this made picking an undergraduate major mighty easy.
I noticed that Taylor Swift has a lucky number, sharpie-d on her hand in bright blue-- number 13. I do not remember 13 ever being lucky. I know someone with a birthday on the 13th and occasionally it lands on Friday the 13th...spooky! I am not a Taylor Swift fan, but my oldest kid(ironically named Taylor) is, was, still might be depending on her mood. I think it started with the name sake, maybe the curly hair, then a few good songs, and then the fact that she was dating Taylor Lautner...needless to say we ended up at a Taylor Swift concert a few years ago and I actually was not completely bored mostly because I tried to see if her number 13 would sweat off by the end of the concert. I don't remember much from that concert- and there was no alcohol involved.
I thought I had some luck when I found out my due date for my first born was March 17th- St. Patty's Day. I have Irish heritage...hence the name Cahill and the name Guire...so this coincidence seems reasonable. However, during the pregnancy the date keep being pushed up until finally the due date was March 8th...Taylor was born March 6th at 1:21pm. Nothing significant about the numbers but the stars were aligned that day because she was healthy!
Fast forward several years, in the delivery room waiting on Tristan's birth.
Now let me just put it out there, if you are looking for a horrible pregnancy and delivery story- you are at the wrong place. You see, I was not in labor for 26 hours, 14 hours, 10 hours or even 5 hours-- with any of my babies. My 9 months was completely without incidence. Delivery and recover went smoothly...I even drank a Corona in the delivery room just hours after giving birth. It was a gift from my OBGYN. He knows me TOO well!
Back to the delivery room with Tristan...he is one push from meeting the world when I happen to noticed the clock on the wall...it occurs to me that he is going to be born exactly 3 minutes before Taylor was born, making his birthday time 1:18pm. As with every passing thought, nothing is safe in my head, I blurt this fact aloud to the OBGYN and nursing staff...my OB calming replies "wanna wait?". So for 3 minutes we waited...talked about the weather, talked sports. yada yada yada! For all the mommies out there 3 minutes is a long damn time to wait. Anyone who says "you can do anything for 3 minutes", has not had a baby. At 1:21pm on July 19th, Tristan was born. Now this number was a bit more significant since it was now matchy matchy to Taylor's birth time...very cool sibling story. And again the stars were aligned that day because he was healthy and matched his sisters timing!
Now , fast forward just 12 months and 3 weeks later...the delivery room with Teagan. For those of you trying to figure it all out let me make it easy for you- Tristan was about 12 weeks old when we learned that Guire baby #3 was on the way. What was I thinking, right?? I think I had way too many Corona during those 12 weeks! Prior to the lead up to the delivery room, I had challenged my OB (same one as before) to deliver baby number 3 at 1:21pm. He was up for the challenge.
Being uncooperative as he is, Teagan decided he was ready at noon! Damn it! However, with a great story to tell the grandkids on the line, my pitocin was reduced and we waited. ...now if you thought 3 minutes was long...try waiting 1 hour and 21 minutes to push one time! On August 12 at 1:21pm Teagan was born... And once again the stars were aligned that day because he was healthy and matched his sister's AND his brother's timing!
I finally have a number for my jersey that has meaning...my kickball number is 121! And also I have a great story for my kids to share between them and with others for years to come. So after all these years, I found my lucky number partly by accident...but then again does anything in life really just accidently happen- not when it is in the form of gifts from God.
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