At this time, 16 years ago, I was in labor with my second child....my first son, Dalton Mathew Fulcher.  I was so eager to get to the hospital.  But, Darrell was still at Marine at that time.  We lived in North Carolina.  My entire family was in Georgia.  I called my mom & my dad and said "It's time."  My mom got home, packed...then she & Robert headed to N.C. in hopes of not missing the big moment.  She begged me....."Please don't go to the hospital if you can help it until I get there."  I walked the floors, laid in the bed, sat in the recliner....rinse, repeat.....all through the night waiting on them to arrive.  Darrell was so sweet....right there with me every step of the way.  My mother finally arrived at around 5 a.m.  I was sittin' on ready.  Then, she's like "Well, you don't seem ready just yet.  So, we are going to lie down for a quick nap and you wake us when you're REALLY ready."  I was like....."WHAAAATTTT?!?!"  I held out for one more hour and I just could NOT take the pain another second.  Darrell & I left.  My mom stayed with Kaitlyn.  She said to me, "Call us if they keep you."  Oh, Dear Lord woman!  I AM IN VERY ACTIVE LABOR!!!!!!!!!!  So, I got there.  They "checked" me.  I was dilated to 6.  They kept me!  Duh.  I MEANT no drugs with this baby.  I was going all na-tu-ral superwoman!  Oh...big, BIG, BIGGGGG mistake.  But, I delivered drug free with loads of screamin'!  Dalton's head seemed to be the size of an actual cantaloupe!  But, wait....he's not breathing.  His face is black!  What is wrong with my baby????  Before I could even get a look at whether he was a boy or a girl....they were rushin' him out of my room.  I sobbed.  Darrell sobbed.  I sent him to be with our baby.  He went.  Robert with them.  My mom & Kaitlyn came in my room with me.  I was so panicked.  I didn't care about my own pain any more.  My only concern was my sweet baby.  What was happening?  Was he breathing. God!  Please give my child breath of life.  Darrell came back to report a few minutes later (which seemed like eternity) that my sweet baby BOY!!!! was indeed breathing and doing just fine.  His body temp was still extremely low & I wouldn't be able to see him until he warmed up.  But, oh God....I was so relieved.  I look at Dalton today and realize what a huge blessing God gave me.  He has grown into a kind, gentle, loving young man who loves the Lord, his mother, his father, his siblings, his nephew & the rest of his extended family with all he has in him.  He is the most wonderful son I could've ever asked for.  Happy Birthday Dalton (tomorrow).....I love you.  Now.  Always.