But, I think it's fitting that I start sharing some of the crazy stories that have already occurred. Because there have been many. Wow.
Here is the biggest lesson I have learned thus far. It is absoutely critical to maintain a sense of humor when raising a child. You cannot take anything too seriously (except obviously making sure they are cared for) and you just have to laugh. At least once per day we have found ourselves laying on the floor of her nursery, laughing until we cry. Laughter. It has been the critical medicine.
For starters...let me share the labor story. It's a good one.
October 28. My due date. One of my best friend's birthdays.
We could not plan to spend the day with her as we were not sure when the Franklet was going to arrive. So, we said we would play it by ear. On the morning of the 28th...no baby. No signs of baby's arrival. So...I called her and said...let's get this birthday party started. We met for brunch with our husbands, and had a lovely birthday brunch.
Debra and her husband went home after brunch to carve pumpkins and we parted ways for a bit as I wanted to walk around the lake in an attempt to 'walk the baby out'. We walked around one of the lakes...no baby.
We decided to meet up with Debra and Alex in the afternoon to resume Birthday celebrations at the Mall of America. I don't like the Mall of America. In fact, I hate it there. It's big, it's loud, it just freaks me out. But, turns out I really love my friend and would even go to the Mall of America for her.
She wanted to do some of the tourist attractions at the Mall because as locals, we just don't ever do those things there.
So we drove to the Mall and parked at Sears as it was the closest store to the first attraction, the "Mirror Maze". Yes, it is a maze of mirrors in the Mall of America.
We begin walking through the mirror maze and Jeremy starts panicking that my water will brake in the maze and he didn't know how we would get out. It is literally...a maze of mirrors. He plows ahead and tries to get us out of the maze as quickly as possible, extraordinarily concerned that I will birth a baby right in the middle of the maze.
We make it out of the maze, no signs of labor. Jeremy's mind is calmed. Well, as calmed as it ever is.
Slightly disoriented from the mirror maze, we begin walking through the Mall to our next attraction, Underwater World. On our way, we notice a Santa Claus in the Mall. Strange. It was not even Halloween yet. And then...we see another. And another. And by the time we get to the aquarium, we see about 50 Santas. Now, I was not feeling my best, and was disoriented from the mirror maze, and then confused by countless Santas. So, Debra walked up to one and asked why they were all here.
Turns out, there was a "Real Bearded Santa" convention at the Mall of America. Hundreds of Santas. Everywhere.
We walked through the aquarium, along with multitudes of Santas, saw the fish, and then parted ways from the Birthday girl. They were going to see a movie, and I was tired...and crabby because I was showing no signs of labor. And it was October 28. Franklet's due date. And I'm a timely person. So my baby should be too.
Jeremy and I walked back to the car, and I requested to walk the long way around (the Mall of America is almost 1 mile around each floor so I thought the additional walking would be good). We walked about a quarter of the way around the Mall, and something happened. I won't go into details but I thought I peed my pants.
We ran/walked/waddled back to the car as fast as possible, which was parked at the aforementioned, Sears. I wanted to go to the restroom before leaving to check out the situation.
I got in the bathroom and was so freaked out/scared/confused that I ripped my pants off myself.
Yes, you read that correctly, I ripped my $200 Joe's Maternity jeans off of myself.
From the waistband clear down to the knee.
Ripped my pants off myself.
Still confused about what had just occurred, I ran out of the bathroom, laughing, crying, and generally freaking out. And, holding my fleece jacket in front of myself to hide the situation.
The situation of the jeans ripped off myself.
Jeremy took one look at me and thought something horrible had happened as I was in an absolute panic.
I moved my fleece jacket away from my lap to reveal the pants situation and then Jeremy joined me in the hysteric laughter.
We literally ran as fast as a 9 month pregnant lady can run to the car.
And continued to freak out.
I still wasn't sure what exactly happened as it just wasn't like what happens in the movies.
We called the doctor in the car, and he informed me I should go straight to the hospital to see if it was in fact my water that broke. I politely said, "Ok" and then informed Jeremy that we were absolutely not going straight to the hospital.
A trip home to change my pants was a necessity.
We ran home, I changed out of the $200, torn in half jeans, and headed straight to the hospital.
The part about the real bearded Santas is fairly irrelevant to the story, but it was strange.
And of course there had to be a real bearded Santa convention.
At the Mall of America.
And of course my water broke after visiting underwater world.
And clearly I would tear my overpriced jeans off in Sears.
And the rest is history. We went to the hospital. It was in fact my water that broke. 24 hours of labor ensued, and ended up in a c section, and then our beautiful baby girl was born.
Mollie Cate Frank
Named in honor of Jeremy's Grandma, Mollie, and my uncle, Chuck.
Life has changed. In so many ways. She is perfect.