We took the kids to Dairy Queen for ice cream in September. It was their idea. Who are we? Well, I will tell you who we used to NOT be, the caving type. I sort of object to their approach to it, but Coach was like 'sure' and who am I to turn down a Reece's Blizzard?
When I refer to 'their approach' I am referring to the fact that they sort of whined about having to clean the house. Um, it NEEDED it, and why the hell should I clean what's largely their messes? Even just general dust and vacuuming - they live here, they're capable, QUIT YOUR DAMN COMPLAINING.
There were lists, upon lists. Initials next to items. Assignments. Check-marks. All of it. And at the end, ice cream.
Anyway, at DQ I stayed in the car and let them order for me. I was finishing reading something on my phone for a writing group.
My window was cracked and I heard this other family come out of DQ and get in their car.
Guy: That was a tall family.
Other family person: Yeah it was!
Me: (to myself) Ha! Eddie, our tallest, is not even here and they didn't even see me (it's true I'm shrinking, but I'm still on the tall side). Lad was not there and he's over 6 feet.
When I joined my people on the sidewalk, I told them about the guy's observation. They agreed: the guy wasn't wrong.
My kids all arrived kicking and screaming and being BIG. Tank, my largest at 10 lbs 3 oz, was induced 3 days before my due date.
When I had Tank, I was put in a tiny 'waiting' type room. The nurses thought my delivery would take a while because induction. Well, Tank had other plans. The room didn't come equipped with a TV and the nurses had to borrow a boom box so I could play my music. Coach and the doc had to do a little do-si-do at the end of the bed in order to switch places as Coach moved to the other side of the bed.
Our biggest kid arrived in the smallest room.
Speaking of babies . . . Coach got to meet his employee Jennifer's new baby, Landon, just before Christmas. She was due around Aug 13th. We went to Michigan the weekend before. For weeks before our trip, Coach: "I hope Jennifer doesn't go early."
Landon arrived 3 weeks early.
In. her. car. on. the. way. to. the. hospital.
Coach: (he has worked with Jennifer for years and when she stopped by the clinic to show off her little nugget Coach asked for details . . . if she was comfortable) Do you mind if I ask you to share the car story? What HAPPENED?
Jennifer: Well, I had contractions but assumed they'd stop because it was so early. I called my midwife after a while and she told me to get in a warm bath. Hubby called the midwife a little later to say that he could see the baby's head. She told us to either call 911 and wait for the ambulance or start driving to the hospital.
The hospital- 30 minutes away. She told Coach that she felt it was silly to try to put on a pair of pants, so she put on a robe and grabbed a towel and draped it beneath her - um, sumo-wrestler style.
Hubby drove. She was on all fours in the backseat. 10 or 15 minutes away from the hospital the baby just came out in her hand. After a minute she realized she could look to see what the gender was, still on all fours.
Rather than go the gender reveal route, they did the let's-be-surprised-and-see-our-baby's-gender-in-our-car route. Less of a crowd, but still dang exciting.
She called to Hubby, "Do you want to see him?" His stress level was too high to rubberneck and take a peek at his son, who was, um, riding without a carseat.
She said Landon's face was a little puffy as a side effect of still being attached to the umbilical cord or something. Perfectly healthy though, thank God.
Tank's small room delivery sure as hell sounds boring now, right?
Doubting anyone knows a good baby-born-in-the-car story, so let's go with what's your favorite DQ blizzard flavor? Or, do you bribe your kids to clean the house? Money? Ice cream? Or do you pay someone else to do it? If so, do you clean up before your hired cleaning service arrives?