Around last Thursday-- at least I think it was Thursday, it felt like a Thursday--
My Aunt had come for the day to visit—we spent the day together, we hung out and after our oldest daughter
picked up her two kiddos, The Hubby, my Aunt and myself—went for a burger! We love Paradise Burger, I have mine with the guacamole, extra lettuce and no bun.
But I digress--
Where was I? Oh yes, THING 1 wasn’t feeling well, when she came to pick up the children and she was looking forward to early bed and good nights sleep, as her husband was having his last night on NIGHT SHIFT BEFORE MOVING TO DAYS, and would BE HOME EARLY !!!
I receive a text about 10 p.m. – She tells me she has been having contractions 10 minutes apart and when I ask how long—she says 1 HR.
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… after a few texts back and forth we decide YES! call the doctor and head to the hospital. She is far enough along, that if she is in FULL LABOR, they won’t stop it. The plan?
There WAS NO PLAN! Quickly, I said—bring me the kids! I’ll meet you at the Gas station in town. I say THE GAS STATION, she knows which one I mean… there are only two! I mean the one on the HI-WAY.
The Honey, changes back into his clothes from his Jammas… AND OFF WE GO!
While sitting there, waiting, he and I discuss getting the children, who would go to the hospital the next morning (ME!) and who would stay at home with the children (HIM!) we also discussed our youngest daughter
and her appointment at the ‘SPECIALIST’ the next day.
In a flash…
I mean quick like a bunny…
I said, “ Oh my! Suppose, THING 2 goes to her appointment and they send HER TO THE HOSPITAL and they both have their babies tomorrow?!”
Then Honey said, “ That’s crazy, it’ll never happen.” (in a very calm, and disbelieving tone.)
He might have dismissed it; but I NEVER DID! This scripture kept coming to my mind:
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD.~Isaiah 55:8
Through the night I received updates. First there was no room, then she got a room and was examined—SHE WAS A 6! I text her with a sad face… and told her I wouldn’t be there—but she could do it. Just rest assured, that I watching after her other children and we’d all be together soon. I was really trying to keep it together.
She was anxious. She was at a 7 and finally she got her epidural—and then it all slowed down.
We got a little bit of rest.
I made a last minute decision in the morning when I found out the baby hadn’t come yet and the doctor was about to start a c-section down the hall, to load up the kiddos, the Honey and I head for the hospital. I just couldn’t stand it any longer! I wanted to be there… I had no idea I’d be there as long as I was.
Around 10 AM… EN ROUTE to the hospital, my phone rings, it’s THING 2. She says her appointment is over and they are sending her home. She is on schedule to deliver on February 5th.
I asked about her BLOOD PRESSURE—it’s been chronic for the length of the pregnancy along with other complications. A mother worries.
She tells me her BP readings and I told her TEXT THE DR. NOW… she called me back after hearing from the doctor-- who told her ‘NOT TO EAT! GET TO THE HOSPITAL. STAT!’
When THING 2 TOLD ME THIS… I knew it was going to happen. We were about to get 2 babies!
… For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD.
‘Til next time, Be Blessed~
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
~ Psalm 139: 13-14