Before too long our tiny apartment became home.
Bug and Pickle made sure there was plenty to welcome Baby Peanut when she got here.
Early one morning in spring I woke up knowing it was time to bring Peanut into the world. Despite never having birthed a baby something told me she was ready.
I got up and prepared breakfast before Bug went off to school. Today was going to be as normal as possible regardless of fact that I was going to push a bowling ball out of my vagina in a few short hours.
The thought of what I was going to do was slightly shocking a bit painful to think about. Dear God…I was going to be a mother.
The kids were oblivious to my peril (probably because there wasn’t any) but I still liked having them close. Bug ran off to school without a look back and I was left with Pickle.
We got in some good playtime before my contractions started.
“Are you ready to help with a baby?”
“I da baby.”
Just then I was hit by more than just a tiny contraction.
“Mama Peenee hurt?” The concern in my nephew’s voice hurt almost as much as the contractions.
“No, honey. The baby just wants out.”
“Bad baby. No hurt Peenee.”
I called the babysitter and told her to hurry.
I sat down on the couch but knew there wasn’t time for sitting. I needed to get dressed. Like hours ago.
I threw on some clothes and tried to be quite so I wouldn’t scare Pickle even more.
That plan failed. The babysitter was still en route but there wasn’t time to wait. I yelled across the hall for the neighbor to keep an ear out because I had to go.
I drove myself in spite of being in hard labor. That’s just how I roll.
After 15 hours of labor Harper Gray Hanks came into the world. She didn’t have an ounce of her father in her so I saw no need to tack on his name as a reminder.
It wasn’t long after I got home when it become painfully obvious that we were going to need a bigger place…soon.