Britt was due on 9/22, but a few of us had a little inkling that the magic would happen on 9/20. So when Britt called me on Wednesday night and said "Don't freak out. But, I think you should spend the night tonight, just in case something happens in the middle of the night," I practically leapt home, threw my crap in a bag (then took a brief, weird nap...I am in a senior citizen phase) then Mike and I headed to Camp Sater for as long as necessary.
The days when Britt has babies are my absolute favorite. With the other two baboons, my mom comes up from Denver, I take time off of work, then we shop and cook and clean and take care of the big sister(s). As soon as the baby arrives, we huddle around our phones and spread the good news. We get the big sister(s) ready for the first hospital visit and have such a fun time snuggling up the little baboon while Britt tells us her labor tales.
Now, I say this all like she has had 14 children. Let me be clear that this is only (only?!) her third, but these births have been such super family moments that they melt my heart into a puddle and make me feel so cozy.
Wednesday night came and went, so Thursday morning, I went with Britt to see her doctor, and he assured her that today was the day. She has a cool relationship with her doctor, being that they are colleagues, and modesty is not a condition that they are aware of. No messing around happening there!
We went about our day and tried to get as much done as possible. Target. Eye brows waxed. Lunch. Laundry. Bags packed. Beds made. Around 4, Britt's contractions were getting just intense enough that Adam needed to come home and I needed to get the girlies out of the house so they would stop watching her hunch over on her exercise ball and moan every 10 minutes. (And I felt weird too...do I help? Do I leave the room? Am I helping? What does that FEEL like???) So, I decided to take the girls to the park while we waited for Adam to get home. Addy chose her bike as her method of transportation to the park, while Brynn chose the "Pooh-Choo". Let me be clear about the Pooh-choo. This Winnie the Pooh train is not meant to go long distances. It is meant to be driven in small circles on driveways and decks. But, this was Brynn's choice...so about 10 feet from the house, she needed to be full-on pushed. Does the Pooh-choo have good steering? No. So, I am crouched down, pushing her on the 'choo, using one hand to steer, the other to hold her on it...Man, the things we do for these sweet children. Just as we approached the park, Addy announced, "I see a snake!!" As I tried to get investigate if the snake really existed, while trying to not actually see the snake if it did exist, while trying to not instill my fear of these nasty slithery creatures in the girls, thanks to the good Lord, Adam pulled up before the snake could be found. He threw us, and the damn Pooh-choo, in the truck and whisked us home.
Ten minutes later, Adam and Britt were off to the hospital, and Gigi and Mike were on their way to the house after work. We made big sister tutus and all squealed (was Mike in on the squealing? Maybe I did enough squealing for the both of us) with delight when the text arrived at 9pm that Reese was here!
The Saters Strike Again! We love you Reese Harlynn Sater!!!!!
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