A lot can happen in a week. Especially a week like last week. It all started on Friday. What was supposed to be a quick installation at a client's office turned out to be way longer than we thought because of some unrelated delays. I'd been having irregular contractions all day and didn't really think anything of it because unlike my last pregnancy, I'd been having Braxton Hicks contractions for months.
As we finished up some things at my client's office, contractions started getting really bad, but still not regular so I thought if I kept going, they'd go away like they did in the past. But on the way back home I really got the feeling that this was probably the real thing.
And I have to brag on Brendan for a minute because after hours of being my free labor, he sweetly put on some old school tunes (my jam), held my hand, and made the ride back home as comfortable as possible.
I snapped this picture going over Shem Creek because I wanted to remember what a beautiful evening it was the night our new baby would come.
So everything was all nice, and then as we were pulling into our neighborhood, I made Brendan turn around and head for the hospital because although they were still irregular, my contractions were so bad, there was no way I wanted to spend all night at home laboring like that.
Turns out I was dehydrated and was sent home. Long story short, I went back an hour later and three hours after that ta da!
Meet our newest little love, Felicity Harper Mendenhall, born at 3:15 am on September 19, 2015.
Sweet girl came one day early so we can have our own birthdays. Sidenote: I turned 30 on the 20th, but have had no time for that to sink in because in addition to all the new baby cuddles and sweet sister time, we've packed up our house for the move!
This man is seriously my hero. He's been super dad to our girls (I didn't have to change one diaper in our three days in the hospital), packed our house, and left nothing for me to worry about as we get into the new house.
As crazy as it has been, I think the timing is a blessing because I haven't really had time to get all hormonal and sad over leaving the house that we added two little girls to our family in. Ok, I'm gonna stop with that now, because I've been holding it together pretty well and I'm not going to get all weepy now.
Our last night the house was one to remember as we were frantically awoken by the emergency weather alerts on our phones telling us that a tornado touched down only a few miles from us. So me, Brendan, the girls, and my mom all huddled in the downstairs bathroom for about twenty minutes waiting for it to pass. In all our years in Charleston, we've never really had any serious weather threats and we couldn't help but laugh at the timing.
Houses all down our street had trees and gutters down, but somehow we came out unscathed, as did the new house, which I'm super thankful for.
Have you heard After the Storm by Mumford and Sons? Basically the folksy dramatic song version of my life right now.
Anyway, now we're out at Kiawah for the week while the new house gets a little love before moving in with the girls.
Not the worst place to snuggle with a new baby.
I think Eva thinks this is the new house. Sorry girl, I wish.
So a lot can happen in a week. I had a baby, turned the big 3-0, packed a house, and now am kind of on vacay.
I'm thinking a week-long nap is next on the schedule.