Thursday, July 31, 2008
When I woke up this morning , I layed in bed for a while and thought about this day 26 years ago. It started like any other day with the alarm going off at 5:30 AM. It was time to get up and go to work at the post office. I was nine months pregnant and I remember laying there and holding still to see if anything felt different...was this the day we had been waiting for? Probably not... I might as well get up and get ready for work. Carl was supposed to go to Salt Lake to pick up a motorcycle for a customer who was driving to Delta from Las Vegas. By the time I got ready to leave for work, I felt some thing was different but I couldn't put my finger on it. I was a little nervous about Carl leaving because what if I went into labor while he was gone. I mentioned this to him and he said " So are you going to have it today or not? If I stay home and you don't have the baby, I'm going to be bugged." I responded, "Well if you go and I start into labor while you are gone then I'm going to be bugged." Anyway, Carl went to SLC and picked up the motorcycle and came home and started putting it together out in the shop. I went to the post office and got my mail all sorted and went out on the route to deliver the mail. I was about one hour into my four hour route when I realized I was having contractions. I hurried as fast as I could hoping to finish my route before I had to go to the hospital. I probably had about about half the route left when I came to the conclusion that I wasn't going to make it. The contractions were getting harder and closer together. I went back to the post office and made arrangements fo someone to finish my route and then I went home to break the news to Carl. When I told him we needed to start getting ready to go to the hospital, he said "Can you give me an hour and I will have this bike put together?" I told him I was going to go get in the shower and get cleaned up but then it really was time to go. After showering and getting dressed, I went out to the shop to see if Carl was ready to go....He wasn't! He said" I'm so close. Can you just wait 15 more minutes and I promise I will be done. I said " Do you want me to take the boys (Russ and David) to the babysitter and then will you be done?" He promised he would be done by the time I got back. After taking the boys to the sitter, he was just washing up when Iwalked in the door. We then dashed off to the hospital and Deb was born about one hour later.