Just ask Miss Kassidy Reese. After hanging out in the baby pool with Pryce on July 4th, she decided she was tired of missing out on all the fun. See, another family member with FOMO already.
So, at 1:30 in the morning on July 6, I woke up to some serious pains. Gas? Maybe. Indigestion? Could be. But after poking poor Brady and telling him I couldn’t get back to sleep, we decided to be good patients and do as our doctor had instructed.
So, for two hours, we sat on the couch, watched reruns on TV, counted my “pains,” laughed at how much they hurt, caught two mice in our mouse traps, and decided we should try to drive into town just in case.
Brady was ready to go an hour earlier, but I held out because I didn’t want to be that new mom that shows up at the hospital for no good reason. Finally, at 3:30 a.m., Brady looks at me and says, “I’m going to the hospital, and you better be coming with me.”
“Sir, yes sir.”
And, we loaded Massey in the back of the truck and left for College Station.
And, called poor Nicole on the way to let her know she’d be waking up to a black dog in her backyard.
We also decided that if this was just a false alarm, we’d enjoy a wonderful Whataburger breakfast before heading back to Franklin so that the trip into town seemed worthwhile. But, we never got our Whataburger breakfast.
Because after arriving at the hospital at 4:30 a.m. and being told I was already at 4 cm and progressing pretty dang fast, we heard the magic words, “Looks like you’re having a baby today.”
And, an epidural and a ton of laughs later (Brady and I were pretty good at entertaining my nurses), my doctor makes his appearance at 8:50 a.m., Brady moves into position to assist, I push as I’m told, and Kassidy arrives exactly 13 minutes later.
Peanut head. Check. Thank goodness for Mommy.
Daddy’s eyelashes. Check. Thank goodness for Kassidy.
Crap load of dark hair. Check. We have absolutely no idea.
And, now, this beautiful little girl is ours. All 6 lbs., 11 oz. and 19.5 inches of her.
|Baby mohawks are in|
And, when we arrived home yesterday, this is what was waiting for us.
|The goat house lost it’s tin and sides and jumped two fences just to land near our pond|
Apparently, babies really are like tornadoes, and the same day Kassidy came unexpectedly, a mini tornado unexpectantly visited our Lazy K ranch.
And, moved our goat house more than 100 yards, took our hammock for a wild ride, and destroyed some trees.
But, don’t worry, Pryce’s Little Tikes plastic slide was only moved 1 inch.
And, me, Brady and Kassidy were safe and sound in the hospital. Because if we had happened to be at home the evening of July 6 like we should have been, then there’s a pretty good possibility that little Miss Kassidy would have been born at home.
Because I would have been scared shitless. And knowing our luck, Kassidy wouldn’t have wanted to miss out on her first mini tornado.