…I was getting pulled over on 405 by a police officer with all 4 kids in the car. Seconds before I saw his lights I’d hung up the phone with my midwife. I had barely gotten on the freeway and could not figure out why he was pulling me over. He walked up to my window and I was unmistakably, enormously pregnant. He asked me if I knew my tabs were expired. Five months expired. As soon as I opened my mouth I’m sure he regretted it – it went something like this, with no breaths for air:
Oh my goodness no! In October, what? I thought they mailed you that little postcard that told you to get new tabs. That’s right, I remember someone telling me that they don’t mail it anymore, have to save money somewhere. But I never looked at my plates so I didn’t notice. Oh my. The midwife just called me and I just hung up with her when you were pulling me over. She’s going to come to my house in two hours, TWO HOURS, and I’m going to have a baby. TODAY! So I’m, you know, a little frazzled and excited and I wasn’t expecting it to be today and I’ve got to get home and is there any way I can renew my tabs after the baby comes?
I’m pretty sure that wasn’t all but you get the idea. I was a mile-a-minute to the moon bursting with excitement and nervousness and could not care less about my tabs just had to go home to get my home birth box all set up and my kitchen clean and have a baby and all. As soon as I let him talk he said, “Oh wow, yeah you have a lot going on. You get yourself home safely and have yourself a baby. Just renew those tabs as soon as you can.” I smiled and said I would and headed home.
I made the calls and picked up the house. My sister started a dinner that would feed the midwife and whoever else was at our house. The whole story was that the weather was cold and it was supposed to snow. I have a history of fast labors, barely made it to the birth center last time. And I was very progressed and ready but not in active labor. So she gave me the option of them breaking my water so that we would know for sure that the midwife would be present for the delivery. My husband had read the pamphlet entitled “What to do if baby arrives before midwife” and he said he really didn’t want to utilize the info. Who could blame him.
The midwife and her student went to get coffee after my water broke and pretty soon I called them back to say that things were moving right along. About three hours later a plump and purple-ish baby boy was born in our bedroom – with Rylee behind me rubbing my back and my mom and sister standing next to me with Kyler and Audrey. His daddy helped catch him and told us all “It’s a boy!”. He got some oxygen and perked up and all I could think was “there are rolls EVERYWHERE”. He was so plump and round. After snuggling and getting rubbed off, he weighed in and everyone gasped. 10 pounds 11 ounces. I was instantly thankful that he’d been born that day and not one day later!
We all sat on my bed together and soaked it all in. It was the experience I had dreamed of but it still seemed very surreal. It was bedtime so my mom and dad helped get kids in bed and we settled in for the night. We marveled together as we watched him sleep and counted ourselves tremendously blessed.
One year later and we’re not sleeping much but we wouldn’t trade the sleep for anything. Phineas is a perfectly wonderful addition to our family. We joke that he’s like a movie star in his own home. Every time he wakes up from a nap there is fanfare and greetings galore for his sleepy, smiley face. His brothers love to crash trucks to make him laugh. His sisters love to snuggle and play baby with him. His daddy loves to hold him in just the right spot on his shoulder. His mama kisses his face and head all over. Every single day.
Yes, it’s loud. Yes, there is chaos. Yes, we’ve got hard days just like everyone does.
But oh my, the love…there is