What’s shakin’ party people?!
For those of you who are just joining us, each Monday here at WhenCrazyMeetsExhaustion is dedicated to something positive and optimistic because, let’s face it, there are too many reasons to hate the beginning of the week. We try to offset the road rage post-weekend blues with a smile and a laugh. Hence Project Optimism. Click here for more details and an invitation to participate.
Now, back to the regularly scheduled optimism…
Remember just last week when I was telling you about how I participated in my best gal pal’s daughter’s birth three years ago AND I was going to get to be a part of her son’s birth this week?! Well it happened! Sorta. Here’s the deal:
All last week, my BFF was calling and texting about contractions, saying she was feeling uncomfortable. Since she had been through the whole pushing-out-a-human once before, I knew it wasn’t “go time” until she said so. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t get super excited with each text message! BABIES! SNUGGLES!
On Friday morning, she made her way to the hospital thinking that her water had broken. Lo and behold, she was simply peeing herself slowly. Eh. Such is life.
Back home, all she wanted was a pizza delivered to her pregnant doorstep for lunch. Upon hearing the devastating news that there would be a two-hour wait, she had an epic meltdown. Hormones are FUN. Fortunately, she cried herself into a nice long nap.
When she woke, she kept texting me that she was really uncomfortable and wanted the epidural immediately. We giggled because we knew it would soon be time, but DAMN! We had no idea…
Around 7pm, she and her husband went back to the hospital. I received confirmation that they were admitted, so I grabbed a bag full of goodies (my camera, snacks, etc.) for the trip. Before I was out the door, my phone rang. It was her husband with my pal in the background in audible excruciating pain.
Pal’s Husband: Uh… She’s 9 centimeters and we’re going to do this?
I imagine his face looked something like this:
Me: Is there time for an epidural?!
Pal, in background: AHHHHH!! OOOOHHHHH!!!! BAHHHHHH!!!!
P.H.’s: Uh, no?
I imagine her face looked like this:
I still thought I had a shot. 50 minutes, give or take, to the hospital. I could do it. Roads were a bit icy. I could do it slowly?
I got in the car, drove about 15 miles, and somehow heard my phone DING over my attempt to match Adele note for note. Text message. From P.H. It was a PICTURE OF THE BABY! From the time my girl got to the hospital, was admitted in a room, and pushed her little nugget out, only 26 minutes had passed.
My first thought? Her poor hooha.
My second thought? I MISSED IT!!!
I bawled my eyes out the whole way home, continued crying once I arrived home, and then pulled myself together because this was so not about me. Beautiful, healthy, sweet baby Dylan became part of our family at 8pm on Friday, February 8, 2013. And if that’s not cause for a celebration of optimism, well I just don’t know what is.
Did you know that this week is Random Acts of Kindness Week? According to this Vancouver Suns article it is! What better way to kick off your Monday, the week leading up to Valentine’s Day, the last couple of days I can eat chocolate until Easter (AKA: Lent) than to be nice to someone without expecting a thing in return? Let’s make this Project Optimism Day the best yet! Oooh Project Optimism Day, me likes. Can we get that on a calendar somewhere??