A couple of months ago, while we were househunting in Texas, I had a mini nervous breakdown. It finally hit me that we would be having a baby, in Texas, where we know nobody. I freaked out! What would I do if I went ito labor in the middle of the night? Who would watch my kids? Doug’s parents are in Mongolia and all my family is in Canada in the Summer. I thought that maybe my little sister might want to come spend a month with us,but aparently 15 year-olds have better thingd to do with their summers! Then, a couple of weeks after the breakdown I was talking to the mom of one of our SLC babysitters, and she mentioned how her daughter would love to come to Texas. I didn’t know if it would all work out, but she arrived on Monday, and already it has been worth every penny!
Doug wasn’t really too keen on the idea, but he has warmed up to the whole thing. The best thing is having someone to play with the kids so that I can actually get some stuff done. It’s only been three days, and she’s here for a month, but so far, I would highly recommend this to everyone!
On a side note, I mentioned a while back about my creepy doctor’s office with all of the crosses everywhere. Now this isn’t my OB who will be delivering the baby, this is my perinatologist. He doesn’t even deliver babies, yet in his office alongside all the crosses there are many OB type figurines. Who knew there were so many ways to commemorate the birth of a baby with ceramic and wood. I kid you not, there were at least twenty mini statues with women with their legs in the air! If you don’t believe me, I’m including the C-section carving from the bottom of the waiting room curio cabinet. Please notice the red blood on the belly, I couldn’t get close enough to show the big cut!