I call the bar and call the doctor. Sean starts searching for boats...at the bar. I tell the doctor I will wait for Sean to get home. He doesn't like the boat theory. I get in the shower. There's a knock at the door. It's an ambulance. The whole boat thing must have fallen through. Sean has called for backup. I welcome in the paramedics wearing an ill fitting bathrobe with a towel on my head. Can I get you something? A baby perhaps? I tell them I won't be needing their services this evening. I am just fine. Just showering actually. Don't mind that
I decide I should pack a bag. My mother in law calls. Then my mom calls, twice. Sean calls, four times. The neighbors begin banging on the door. Then the doctor calls, I have 30 minutes to waddle my ass in there. It's a circus. An early warning sign. Of the circus that is yet to come. I continue to shove full sized bath towels down my pants. I grab my keys. My mother in law calls again. Threatening bodily harm if I drive myself to the hospital. She's pretty scary. I pick up my pillow, packed bag, what's left of our towels, and knock on the door of the only neighbor that hasn't yet come knocking on mine. The nurse. Everyone should have one of those neighbor's. It was a prerequisite before we bought our current home. Nurse neighbor is out at dinner, will be home any minute, the babysitter tells me. I have a seat in her kitchen and decide to wait. Sorry about the mess. You should definitely be paid time and a half.
We all make it to the hospital. No boats involved. BB eventually arrives. And it's not by boat.
Happy birth day. Lillian Marie Barnum, 7.1 pounds, 18 inches. Small, spunky, sassy, and ours. Forever.
We survived. Three under five, and still alive. The adventure continues.
And I just couldn't resist, who could? Some Bee Gees to set the mood, Stayin' Alive.
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