Just before...

Talk about bad luck. 3 days before my C-Section, I was driving home in American Fork around 8:30 pm, in my van, thankfully alone, when I was hit. It's the worst accident I have ever been in and really scared me. It was a 3 car pile up, someone clearly paying no attention hit the car behind me and he in turn hit me while I was sitting at a red light. Thankfully I was fine, and I was lucky. The guy in the middle got the worst of it, car crushed on both ends and he was badly injured and taken to the hospital right away. Every cop and firefighter and passerby that saw me and my huge tummy was sort of at a loss for words - like they expected my water to break any second or something, but I felt fine, no whip lash, my stomach miraculously didn't hit the steering wheel, and I could feel the baby moving around like normal. I felt confident that I was OK so I didn't go to the hospital, and my car was driveable, so after all the police reports were done, I could go home. My first thought during the accident (you know how time sort of stands still during things like this) all I could think was "thank goodness my kids are not in the car with me." I'm almost NEVER alone, so this was lucky. My whole back end is crushed and glass went everywhere, they would have been so traumatized, let alone that they could have easily been cut with all the flying shards of glass. When I got home and told John more of the details of the crash, he said how lucky I was that there was a car in between me and the guy who caused the accident. I know that sounds awful, but for sure me and the baby would have not been in good shape had we been in that vehicles spot and not mine. So I feel lucky, but also super annoyed that the timing couldn't have been worse. I had literally just latched the infant seat in my car, along with my other 2 seats (which all had to be replaced) along with my nice stroller that was covered inglass (also being replaced). The police and paramedics asked me a few times how far along I was and I would say "I'm having my baby on monday." So we had to be car-less for a few days until we could get a rental and have the van towed from our garage. This all had to happen while I was going to be in the hospital, such a pain.

Sunday afternoon my mom came to town. We took her for a drive around the Alpine Loop, though sadly the week before it was much prettier. We got her all settled to stay with us for the next 10 days, and did all the last minute preparations for our 6:15am check in time at American Fork Hospital. One of the last things I planned to do to prepare and excite the kids, was have them open gifts I got them from their new baby sister. In real life it was cute and exciting, but between John and my mom taking pictures and me video taping them, we still got some pretty crappy coverage of the event. Maybe the blurry photos tell a story though... they were pretty excited. In their gift boxes, they each got a little stuffed puppy, some suckers and smarties, a pack of markers, a note pad to color on, and a disposable camera. They got to bring their cameras, treats, and markers and note pads with them in the morning when they came to visit us and meet the baby at the hospital. They were really excited. So excited apparently, that Boston couldn't go to sleep. My mom was on a late phone call, and John and I were downstairs, only to come upstairs and find Boston wandering around with his goodies from his gift. I got in the bath and left it up to John to put him to bed. Apparently John didn't know that, so when John came up to our room and I got out of the bath, John lifted our comforter that was on the floor and found that something was in it, or under it. It was Boston, curled up in a ball, holding half his gifts, fast asleep. We died laughing that he fell asleep while he was clearly trying to hide there. Then I asked John to go collect the rest of his gifts from his room so we could take it to the hospital with us, so that it wasn't forgotten in the morning when John's mom brought the kids down. We cracked up when we found all the contents of his gift box laid out all over his floor, along with one of my cameras. On that camera... were pictures he took of his things. He is so funny, he loves taking pictures. I knew the cameras I got for them for the next day would be a hit.