Mason and Me Part I

too much to abstain. So, here I was pregnant. We moved at the end of June. I was nearing the end of my pregnancy with a sore back and swelling feet. It was necessary to stop every hour and half so I could use the restroom. It took us three days to drive eighteen hours. The twins cried most evenings and well into the night at whatever place we decided to camp out at.

A few weeks later, after locating our lost moving van (apparently it was hanging out in Ohio?!?) that arrived very late, moving our stuff, and setting up house, we found ourselves in a government office trying desperately to obtain medical insurance. It was July sixth and most companies had turned us down informing us that my pre-existing condition "prevented" them from covering me. We were called back to a woman's desk. Shaun sat next to her desk and a computer chair was rolled into the door way of her cramped cubicle for me to plant my hugely pregnant body into. 'Do you have proof of your pregnancy?' she snapped. Shaun pointed at my belly. " Yeah right! That doesn't work! I need a doctor's confirmation!" (She did not say it in a kind way. More like, "YOU are an idiot!!") Okay, so the whole experience was quite humiliating. She drilled us as to why we hadn't applied for 45 day coverage. We had no idea what she was talking about. So we asked if that was the better route to take. "It's impossible now that you have submitted your application here. BUT...It definitely would have been better!" We stared in disbelief at our application sitting on her desk. She hadn't even started to boot up her computer and enter the information yet. We offered to tear it up and leave. She said absolutely NOT! Well, you get the picture. She was not a happy camper, as most human resource workers for the government tend not to be. We sat, answered questions, and read the messeges taped, stapled, and tacked to her walls that informed us in so many words that Jesus loves us and God is there for us. I was tempted to tack up my favorite bumper sticker above her desk-"Jesus Loves You, But Everyone Else Thinks Your An Asshole!" Thankfully after three hours of drilling us she became determined to punch out on time and decided to pull some strings and send our approval through. She even allowed someone to tell her over the phone that; Yes, indeed I am pregnant. Hmm.

Later that night the kids fed and tucked safely in their beds; very relieved to finaly have gotten insurance we watched a movie and colapsed into bed exhausted.
It was the next morning at five thirty AM. I felt like I was in a sitcom. Mason was kicking and my water broke. It flowed all over onto the bed. I shoved Shaun.
"Shaun, my water broke."
"OH Shit! I'll get the kids! I'll call the Weildraayers!"
He was already out of bed and racing out the door.
"No, I just need a towel."
"I'll grab you one while I'm calling!"
He comes back in with a washcloth.
"No, I need a towel and I need one now!"
"Okay! What do you need to take to the hospital?"
He ran into the closet.
"Shaun I seriously just need a towel! Go into the bathroom and grab a towel off the door!"
I finally got my towel. He threw it and once again ran out the door. He raced through the house like a madman. Grabbing kids, clothes, diapers, bottles. We obviously were not prepared. It's a good thing that I was not having contractions yet, because it was quite awhile before Shaun slowed down enough to come and talk to me.

We deposited our kids at the Weildraayer's. I honestly think that they are angels. They amaze us! We love them and are honored to call them friend. It is our hope that they can call us friend as well.

Anyway, on we went. The doctor said to come in soon. Not to rush, but soon. Not rushing means stopping for coffee at Greyfriars on the way, right? We thought we were on vacation! No kids, all the hell of moving across country just a few weeks ago. Finaly we pulled into the parking garage at the hospital, and I started to cry. Shaun urged me to get out of the van and go inside. I couldn't do it. Everything came spilling out. "I can't bring another baby home. How can I be a good mother in the midst of so many demands? I don't know if I can love one more child!" And on and on I blubbered. Somehow Shaun coaxed me to calm down and I confessed that I had been praying for a miricle birth. One that would be beautiful and amazing and would brand this baby straight into my heart. "I know you," said Shaun,"the moment you see this baby you are going to fall absolutely in love." I knew that he was right, but still felt fearful. I allowed my amazing husband to help me out of the van and into the hospital.