Not a good day...at all!!

Today was not a good day L

I woke up ready for the gym. I was going to double class…zumba than yoga. And then go home and study all day. It was a perfect plan for a rainy cold day. I got everything together and ran to my car so Bryce wouldn’t get wet, put him in his seat and looked up and saw my neighbor laying on her patio. At first I was like “ok, what are you doing” then I realized she needed help…I  ran up to here and realized she was in labor…she was screaming “this isn’t supposed to be happening”. I call 911, get them on the phone and they send the paramedics. While this is happening I was trying to get her husband on the phone, comforting her, banging on the other neighbors doors to help me with Bryce. Then her water broke....shit. That’s exactly what was going through my head. I was trying to comfort her as much as I could then the parking lot filled with red lights and the professionals were there to help, then the husband rolls up and they all left for the hospital.

I ended up making it to yoga, which was much needed after that situation. But all day I couldn’t keep her out of my thoughts. She was only 24 weeks pregnant and the odds are bad.

As the day went on, I went to pick up Ashton. As I was leaving the school I was trying to take a left on to the “main” road and I couldn’t see if any oncoming traffic was there due to all the cars lined up to get Ashton (the person who usually directs traffic wasn’t there…but he will be tomorrow after my freak out they will be getting in the morning). So I go to pull out and BOOM…there’s a car heading right towards my side and instead of slamming the gas I freeze. She stops just before hitting my car and I hysterically start to cry. Hit me all you want while I’m by myself, but I had my 2 babies with me and the feeling of them possibly getting hurt was overwhelming. (I was also on the phone with my sister and so she was freaking out too since I hung up after my scream and couldn’t answer right away…just no bueno)

So I get home and whew. I’m beat emotionally from the day and ready to just put on pjs and call it a day!

Sadly as I was starting to get the boys ready for bed my neighbor informed me my other neighbor (Jerome, Dad from the girl in labor from the morning). So I go over to ask how things are and let him know we are there for them for anything. He informed me his wife was fine but they had lost the baby. My heart sank. I held in the tears to hear the story and try and pass on strength as much as I can. As I turned to walk home my tears fell down my cheeks. I know I did the best I could but I just felt this guilt, what if…what if I would’ve left earlier instead of sending those emails or put my stuff together faster.

My heart is with that family this evening and as Sean and I layed the boys down to sleep I gave them extra kisses. Because even though when they are being bad, fighting or driving me pineapples, none of that truely matters. They are my blessings and I couldn’t imagine life with out them.

Please say a prayer for our neighbors!