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I delivered a baby today.
(I know, right?!!!!)
Delivering a baby was certainly was NOT on my “to-do” list for the day, trust me.
And yet, it is exactly what happened.
(See, this is what I mean when I try to tell people that while I certainly make choices that bring oddity, catastrophe, drama and WTH?! into my life, I am also the sort of person that just has UNBELIEVABLE THINGS HAPPEN TO THEM.)
My biggest plan for the day was to write.
And write.
Then write some more.
And possibly eat a lot of jumbo-sized marshmallows straight out of the bag.
In fact, this was NOT the post I thought I would be publishing today.
I had a bittersweet epiphany yesterday and it finally gave me the inner permission and freedom I need to write without being hampered by the thoughts, expectations and worry about others and their reactions to what I have to say or chose to disclose to the world and how it will affect them and their life. I was finally going to write about some things that had been going on that have been weighing on me, making me sad, hurting my feelings and that I have been really wanting and needing to write about but haven’t out of consideration and regard. But yesterday I realized that was a little misplaced and I need to do what I need to do to work through it, pick myself up, and progress and try to move on.
Which, for me, includes writing about it.
And I will.
But this story takes precedence, you know?
So, how in the WORLD did Loralee end up in the position of delivering a baby in an emergency birth, you ask?
Well, let me tell you.
My husband’s family was having a big family lunch in a neighboring town.
I didn’t want to go.
It’s not that I didn’t want to see the family. I did. I love seeing them. I just felt…awful. I have been having a really hard time lately. September is such a difficult month for me. And there has been a lot that has happened this month to make it even more difficult. I’ve been kicked while down, if you get my drift.
So, instead of going to dinner with everyone, I stayed behind. I curled up under the covers and slept.
I woke up and like I am wont to do, I wanted a Diet Coke.
But we didn’t have any in the house.
So, as I am also wont to do, I went out with my air-dried bed head, no make up, bra-less, barefoot and sporting my Sweet Moments swag tshirt I got from BlogHer. I know what you’re thinking. And, YES. I was SERIOUSLY STUNNING, people.
I drove to my favorite gas station (which is my favorite because it has a drive thru window and thus it enables my bad habit of going out looking like homeless road kill) and I ordered a Diet Coke, medium ice.
On my way home, I heard a small noise from my car and I immediately thought, “I should drive to my Inlaw’s house and call Jonathan to check it out before I drive home.”
WHICH WAS STUPID.
I NEVER just go to my inlaws. Not without Jonathan or the kids. And they weren’t even there. My house is only about 2 miles from theirs and so the thought to go and wait there when I looked like crap and when I just wanted to go crawl back into bed and forget about my existence for awhile longer was just.not.normal for me.
But as I got closer, I thought it again…“Go to your inlaw’s and wait for Jon to check the car.”
So, I did.
When I pulled up I saw a truck I didn’t recognize. I went inside the house and just as I opened the door, my brother-in-law, Ben, came up the last stair with the phone in his hand. “Is Josh with you??!” I thought it was an odd question. Why would my brother-in-law be with me?
“No. Why?”
“Amy’s water just broke. She’s downstairs.”
Oh, boy.
I ran quickly to the downstairs guest room while Ben made a phone calls to get help.
Amy is my sister-in-law. She was due to deliver in a couple of weeks. She and her husband (Jonathan’s brother), Josh, came up for the weekend to visit. They came to our house yesterday night for the last BBQ of the summer and then were driving back to their house about 100 miles away in Heber City. Amy and I had had an extensive discussion about her birth plan, which included a midwife, a homebirth and a birthing tub.
Her plan was about to change.
She was laying on her side
