Ah...Fridays!...We have come to love Fridays because, after a long week at the office, we try to close up shop an hour or two early, head home, put our feet up, have a drink and get an early start on the weekend! Ah....Fridays!
Yesterday, our Friday was somewhat different because Rebecca's intermittent contractions that she had been having for the past couple of weeks suddenly became regular and it became apparent that little Gabe's anticipated arrival on 9/17 was going to happen 12 days early.
Fast forward though the afternoon and early evening and the typical timing of the contractions. Before we knew it we were like bumbling idiots...who's driving? (that would be me..Sherry); Oh, my God...where is the hospital? What's the best and fastest way? Do you have the camera? The last minute chaos of running back into the house to get cell phones, etc. "It's OK Becca . Remember to breathe...it's OK".... In between Jeremy was telling her "Don't push"! ....(Now doesn't that just sound like a man? WHADDYA MEAN "Don't Push"?) Hmmm...me thinks we should have called 9-1-1.
We made it probably three miles from home when this really gutteral, then high pitched scream came out of our normally very quiet daughter-in-law. Rushing water sounds coming from back seat...Hmmmm...did we think to bring towels....of course not! (Thank God Jeremy was sitting in the back seat with her because a cursory feel in the dark confirmed Rebecca's assertion that the baby's head was indeed already out. It was very obvious we were not going to make it to the hospital. So pull over on a desolate road outside of Greensboro's city limits; mid-wife on speaker phone telling Jeremy how to finish delivering the baby; baby crying in the back; me on Onstar communication as they remotely noted our location and called the paramedics. (We're sure that they won't use us in a commercial because in a moment when we thought that they weren't listening we called the guy an idiot!).
Remember the "no towels" bit??? Not even a napkin in the dang car to wipe the baby's face! Jeremy pulled off his t-shirt, wrapped it around the little guy lying on his Mommy's tummy as we waited for the ambulance to arrive. One glance in the back seat at this shirtless father sent me into hysterics as he looked like a redneck whose very pregnant wife had waddled over to interrupt his evening snooze on the couch and said "Honey, it's time".
Long story short, all are fine. Onstar, despite the "idiot" guy was great, as were the phone instructions from the midwife, the response from the Summerfield Fire Department and the Guilford County paramedics! JR, Becca and L'il Gabe will all be home tomorrow and our lives will be changed once again for the better as we all fall in love with yet another little Sarine.
Ah, Fridays!
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