So here I am, 38 weeks pregnant at the house with my 11 month old baby boy.

Dad is out of town working in another state ☹️ and I’m coping pretty well. I’m annoyed that he left so close to my due date but, Hey, need money with 2 little ones. He promised to be on the plane as soon as I say that I’m in labor to kinda ease my stress. But who knows how long it will take for him to make it.

All week he’s been telling me that the crew may return Friday due to the heavy rain preventing them from getting any work done. But I try not to get too excited because it’s just a maybe.

So Friday morning comes and he sends me a message saying he is about 6 hours away😱 and my little heart starts doing backflips. Yayy! I’ve been completely exhausted all week long and haven’t moved around for anything except the needs of my little almost 1 year old.

I baked some lemon pepper wings last night and ate them right before bed. Of course I didn’t feel like it, which is why I waited until the last minute. And after waking up the next morning I had some stomach cramps. “Maybe I shoulda ate something with the chicken,” I thought to myself. I just ignored it, probably has something to do with the apple juice I drank this morning. Those cramps became annoying and by 1pm I had diarrhea.

It’s time to go meet dad at his job and I’m seriously contemplating asking his brothers to go get him because I’ve done nothing but poop for the last 2 hours and the cramps felt like they were getting worse. But I missed him, so of course I hopped in the car with my son and took off an hour down the road to pick him up myself.

Halfway there I decided to try to time my cramps because I noticed some Braxton-Hicks along with them. They were irregular, but less than 10 minutes apart so as I waited in the parking lot for him to arrive I called the midwife. She told me to go get checked out on the way home. My concern, if I’m in labor I can’t go to the hospital close to home because the don’t offer VBAC and my choice hospital is an hour away. I didn’t want to waste a trip so I went with my first mind.

Once dad was in the car, I let him know that I need to go to the hospital. And I decided to go to the one by the house thinking, “it’s just the chicken.”

Well I was dilated to 2cm and 50%, a total shock to me. However, the doctor said I wasn’t in active labor so I could go walk around and see if things would progress then have a c-section. I DID NOT WANT A C SECTION. so I decided to go home and if anything got worse then I will just go get checked out at the hospital in Orlando. Ironically when we left the emergency room we ended up on the opposite side of the hospital from where the car was parked so we had to walk pretty far.

Once we got home, they were worse. I decided it was time to go to Orlando but there was no gas in the car and dad forgot his wallet at the hospital. So he had to turn around and go back and while he did that me and my mother-in-law took a walk to try to see if things would progress.

By the time he got home, I had thrown up 3 times and pooped 2. We rushed to Orlando, with me throwing up in the car 😂 the contractions were awful. And once we arrived at the hospital, it felt like no one thought it was a big deal that I was dying 🙄

It took an hour for me to be checked and BAM I was 4 cm! 😱😱

They admitted me & Desirae was born 13 hours later .

I can’t credit the lord enough for watching over our family the way he does. It’s truly amazing how my birth story unfolded. She came 9 days before her due date. And I had a successful VBAC.

Also, Daddy’s crew will return to the job out of town the week after next. Giving him the time to stay home and help me with the kids. All of my prayers have been answered. ❤️❤️