The day before our weekend trip to Lubbock I had a nice pedicure with my mother-in-law and sisters-in-law. We wanted our toes to look pretty, we had an event to be dressed nice for and we would be in open toed shoes. It was summer, and my husband’s grandparents were celebrating their Golden Anniversary. We would be driving seven hours the next day, from Austin to Lubbock, to attend the party.
In the back of my mind I had some worries though. I was 37 weeks pregnant. Should I really be traveling this late in my pregnancy? My mother-in-law could see the doubt in my face. “You don’t need to worry,” she assured me. “You are NOT going to have that baby in Lubbock.”
Still worried, but not wanting to be paranoid, I said “okay.” Enough with the worrying. I would just go, it was one little weekend, and I really didn’t want to miss the party.
The next morning we were packed and ready. And I felt good! Really good. I didn’t even feel so pregnant. It was a beautiful day, and we were going on a road trip. My husband, 16 month old daughter and I packed into the back of my brother-in-law’s car and off we went! It was sure to be a fun filled weekend.
A couple of hours into the road trip I started to feel some back pain. Uh-oh. I whispered to my husband “I’m feeling a bit of pain.” He started to stress. “Should we turn around?” He asked. “No, no. I’m fine. These minor contractions can last for weeks leading up to birth. I’ll be okay.” I couldn’t have the whole family turn around for some silly back pain. I would be fine. Right?
Fast forward about 5 hours. Lubbock. Finally! Time to unload our things and check into the hotel. My daughter and I would stay in our room for a little nap while the rest of the fam helped set things up for the reception. Some shut eye would be nice, I needed to relax. My daughter was relieved to be out of the car. So was I. Traveling with a toddler is NOT an easy task! Ahh, nice cool hotel room, nice comfy bed. Just starting to drift to sleep…and…
Pain! Pain! Pain!! Ohhhh and not minor pain. Real, annoying, painful contractions. Okay. I can admit this to myself now. This baby IS coming in Lubbock!! Oh no!! We didn’t bring a carseat. We didn’t bring my hospital bag! Heck, we didn’t even have our own car!! This is terrible!! What was I thinking??? I’m going to have to drive from Lubbock to Austin with a toddler and newborn! Nooooooooo! My husband will be so stressed out. Nooooo! Okay. It’s going to be fine. Having a baby out of town, no biggie. I can do it. I will do it, and everything will be fine. Pain! Pain! Pain! Ohhh this is going to be an interesting weekend.
So I had to call the husband. “Um, honey, I know you’re helping out with set up, but there has been a change of plans…”
Shortly after that, there I was, in a hospital bed in Lubbock, in labor. Yep, this baby was coming in Lubbock. No use in getting stressed about it now.
The day we drove into Lubbock, at 11:52 pm, our second daughter was born. She was perfect. I held her, kissed her, and had to thank God for this new beautiful blessing in our lives. How did we get so lucky? How could I hold her and be upset about anything at all? I was in complete mommy bliss that weekend. (But we missed the party)
Two days later we drove back to Austin. Did a little car re-arranging with the fam and managed to get back to Austin with our 16-month old and 2-day old. Thanks to my in-laws we had a new carseat and a couple of pink onesies so our sweet new baby didn’t have to wear the hospital issued potato sack.
It wouldn’t recommend traveling while 37 weeks pregnant. It’s a risk! But I also wouldn’t change a thing about our crazy weekend in Lubbock. I have the greatest souvenir from that weekend, and her name is Caroline.