If you know me or my sister IRL, keep this post on the DL, k?
My sister began labor last night! Before we went to bed I got a text from her saying that the contractions had been fairly regular all day and that I should be ready to come over at any time. About 1:30 the call came, so I dressed quickly and walked across the complex to her place. C stayed with Olivia. D had awoken from a nightmare about giant spiders attacking his dad, so he was sitting next to his mom on the couch. W was crashed out on her parents bed. The doula was there timing contractions, but over all my sister seemed pretty calm. After a while I offered to take the kids to my place so she could focus on her labor in peace with her doula and husband. They were cool with that so I loaded the kids up and we walked back to my place. By this point they were both wide awake. Despite my best efforts they refused to sleep, but were resting quietly on the couch watching a movie. Around 5:30 C came downstairs and asked me if I wanted her to put them to bed. I said, “Good luck!,” but what would you know, she had them both asleep within 15 minutes! She made a bed on the floor in Olivia’s room for D and invited W to cuddle with us in our bed. Oh my goodness those girls were so cute together! They are only 9 months apart, after all.
Anyway, we all slept for about three hours until C had to get up for work. She got Olivia ready and took her off to daycare while I herded the older kids downstairs to start our day. We played and ate breakfast, cleaned up, went grocery shopping, came home and played some more before having lunch, then W and I lay down for a nap while D played in Olivia’s room. All the while I hadn’t heard from my sis about what was going on. Shortly after I woke up, though, she texted and let me know that her labor had slowed significantly. She’d been to the hospital around 5:30am only to be sent home because she was merely 20% effaced and 1cm dilated. She asked if I’d keep the kids for now so she could continue trying to get her labor to move along again. I agreed, but before long she let me know that things were really not moving and I could bring them home. I was almost done cooking the kids dinner by this point, so we finished that endeavor and then I took them home. C picked our girl up from daycare, stopped at an HOA meeting for our condo that we rent out, and then came home.
By the time Olivia and I were reunited I was sooooo beyond ready to see her. How y’all working moms who are gone all day do this I have no clue! C does it every day too. I didn’t realize it until I lay eyes on her, but man did I miss my little muffin! Needless to say, I was really ready for it to just be our little family once again. Don’t get me wrong, I adore our niece and nephew and they are truly very good kids, but its just not the same as being with your own child.
There’s so much more I could share about our day and I know that I’ll be posting again in the next several days when her labor starts up again and the kids come back here, but this post is already getting to be super long. So, I’ll leave you with a funny story and a cute picture. Sound good? Good.
The scene is at my car as I attempt to put D & W’s carseats in the back next to O’s. As the kids stand at the back of the car holding onto the trunk as I have instructed so I can keep my eyes on them, I finagle with the carseats and quickly realize they won’t both fit along with O’s seat. I begin thinking aloud then and say, “hmmm…well, this isn’t gonna work. So, I think I’ll just put W’s seat back here in the trunk…” D quickly interrupts me, “Um, Auntie, do you think that’s the best idea?” Lmao! He thought I was going to make his little sister ride in the trunk! I about died from keeping the laughter inside and reassured him that his sister could ride in O’s seat and I’d put his on the other side of the back. That was quite a relief to my little 4 year old nephew, who clearly has the very best interests of his sissy in mind at all times. Actually after I’d composed myself even more I made sure to tell him a couple of times that I was very proud of him for telling me that he thought this was an unsafe idea. I told him that he should never be afraid to speak up to adults if he wants to say “no” or question them on something that feels wrong to him. He’s a smart little guy, that’s for sure!
Okay, now for the cute picture of the day! You’ve made it this far, surely you should be rewarded! :)
This is D & W at the grocery store holding the treats they picked out for being so well-behaved for Auntie. Sooomebody is half asleep. I couldn’t tell you who! *wink, wink*