When I arrived home, I began feeling the tightening that I
remember so well when Carson arrived. I
knew we were going to the hospital that evening. So I of course think, oh I have done this
before, no big deal, we have all kinds of time.
Robert and Carson arrive home shortly after me. I think he waited a bit before leaving to make
sure I did not end up on the side of the road somewhere on my insistent walk
home. I told Robert to go feed his cows
and complete any farm tasks he needed to and I would give Carson a bath and get
his parents to come over because we were going to the hospital. All the while, we are taking our sweet time.
We get Carson settled with Granny and Pappy and then head for the
hospital. As we get closer to the
hospital, mamma is feeling some pain. By
the time we arrive and I had to stand up to walk through the doors, I swear I
thought that baby was going to fall out on the floor!
We were checked in and my regular doctor was at a NASCAR
race (couldn’t make it up), so her partner was on call. Of course he did not know me from any other
crazy, pregnant lady so was not in a big hurry to keep me. Robert, spoke up and informed the nurse that
this baby was coming tonight and we were not leaving and if they forced us to we
were going to the next closest hospital.
Typically my husband is mild mannered but you mess with his
family, you better brace yourself. They
decided to keep us and a give me the much needed epidural and by 1:30 in the
morning we were greeted with a St. Patrick’s Day surprise….a baby boy, Gavin!
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