Jade

It's interesting the way things work out, isn't it? Wednesday are by far my busiest day of the week. Things are plain crazy on Wednesday's. So it turned out it was a Wednesday that my sister, Jamie, scheduled her induction. She went in on Tuesday night in order to be induced first thing Wednesday morning. She asked that I be there for the delivery. When she text me at 8:00 Wednesday morning to tell me that they had already broken her water, I wondered how on Earth I would possibly work everything out in order to be there in time. As the hours marched on, I had a prayer in my heart. And things, as they tend to do, worked out. Very nicely in fact. My parents were passing through town on their way to the hospital right as Jeff was able to be home with the kids. Grandpa and Grandma became the dance carpool on our way out of town, and then we hit the freeway. When we arrived at the hospital, Jamie was dilated to an 8 and in really hard labor...natural, non-medicated labor, by the way. Her labor and delivery were beautiful. She was a rock star. At 6:20 that night, she delivered a perfect baby girl who weighed 7 pounds 11 ounces and was 21 inches long (the exact same size as my first baby!) They named her Jade.



Rian was amazing during the labor. He was a superior "coach" and got Jamie through every single contraction.
First family photo!

Me and my sis, the new mommy.
Jeff brought the kids up to meet their brand new cousin...the first one they have been able to meet at birth. A few days later, Rian and Jamie brought their new baby home from the hospital to begin their lives together.

A few days later I started getting an awful sinus infection. Instead of finding myself at my sister's house cleaning, cooking, and helping as I had expected to do, I was home being a snot factory loading up on Sudafed and vitamin C. Fast forward a week to Wednesday again. I, like usual, was up at 4:45 and off to satisfy my addiction...at Zumba. I checked my phone when I got home and saw a missed call from Jamie. Strange at 6:00 AM. I called her right back. She asked what I had planned for the day. Oh, practically nothing, it's only WEDNESDAY for crying out loud. "Nothing," I answered. "What's up?" She told me she was sick and asked if she could come to my house. She could rest while I helped take care of the baby. I reminded her that I had a nasty cold (and so did my kiddos at this point...) and told her I would be happy to help in any way I could. With a prayer in my hear,t I was wondering how I could possibly work everything out. Jamie's husband had a few hours before he had to be to work, so he drove her and Jade to my house.

Jamie looked like death when she arrived. She was pale and sweaty. She had a temperature of 102. She couldn't stand up straight. She was breathing in short, rapid breaths. I called the clinic as soon as it opened and they got us a 9:00 appointment. I got Daisy out the door for school, we put Levi's Sound Box together for preschool, and the kids I tend arrived. As I loaded all of the children, the newborn, the deathly ill sister and I into Magic the Minivan to head off to the doctor, I had no idea how I was going to take care of Jamie, Jade, rides to and from preschool, to and from dancing, to and from Kindergarten, lunch in between, AND my own kids in between. I left Jamie alone at the doctor while I took Levi to preschool. While dropping him off, a small miracle took place. One of the other preschool moms took ALL of the children with her. We transferred them to her minivan leaving just Jade and I to go back to the doctor to take care of her mommy. I didn't have to worry about the kids again. My sweet, service-oriented friend acted like it was no big deal to add four kids to her day. Things work out.

Omitting all the details, they admitted Jamie to the hospital. I knew she was really sick! She was diagnosed with a severe bladder infection that had spread to her kidneys, and then when her labs got back, she was diagnosed with a staph infection. She was hospitalized for 2 and a half days.
Which means I was on newborn duty. Because I was sick, I was super cautious. And things worked out. I wore a mask whenever I handled the baby and we used sanitizer like crazy. Another small miracle happened as I began to feel better than I had all week even though I was sleeping less since I was up with the baby. The sloshy head and sinus pressure were simply absent while I needed to be there for Jade and Jamie. Things work out.
It was such a treat to have such a perfect, precious, princess around the house. Daisy, who was not sick, got most of the cuddle time and ate up every minute of it. Jamie was brave and strong. She is doing much better now, and even though Jade did catch a little bit of a stuffy nose, she is doing well too. She is, in fact, perfect. It's interesting how things work out, isn't it?