It started Monday night with minor, irregular contractions. Our last appointment was Friday afternoon with no progress which led us to believe it was only Braxton Hicks. By 6am, the contractions were short but more frequent. The on-call doctor figured it was nothing but advised to stay home from work. Rebecca's mom came by to help keep track of timing, just in case. We made an appointment to see the doctor which would help us determine if Trevor should come home from his work trip in Bismarck. A hospital bag was thrown together and we were on our way. By 10:45am the doctor determined Rebecca was already at 6cm and should go to the hospital immediately.
This is not happening. Trevor, come home now!
The epidural was administered and everything progressed much faster than expected. There was no way to delay. Meanwhile, Trevor cruised along at top speeds trying to get back to the hospital. Thanks to a gas station under repair the car ran out of gas. Trevor found someone to give him a ride to get a gallon from the nearby co-op which would get him to the next gas station and eventually to Fargo to meet a private prop plane to cut the final three and a half hours down to one.
Even though we weren't physically together for the birth of Kyra, Trevor encouraged Rebecca via bluetooth and was able to hear the first cries of our new daughter. Even though in the moment the situation was less than desired, being together with this little bundle of joy somehow makes us forget how we got here.
