Jill's due date was January 7, but she put it into the universe that she was going to have her baby on December 29. She had started having contractions on and off for a week. On Christmas Day she went to the hospital, but they said she hadn't progressed and was only 38 weeks, so they sent her home. On Sunday morning, Jill felt like something wasn't right and she hadn't felt the baby move for a few hours so she went to the hospital. They monitored the baby's heartrate and it was spiking and dropping. After a couple hours, they decided they better take the baby by c-section.
A text from Larsen at 3:35 pm: Hey just keeping you guys posted. The baby's heart rate is doing some weird stuff. We are going to have a C section. They are prepping Jill right now. We gave her a blessing and are going to have a baby! Say a prayer or two.
Jill's doctor and Larsen gave her a blessing.
The longest two hours later (and a few tears on my part), we got this picture:
Charlotte Dawn Perkins was born screaming so that was a good sign.
December 29, 2024
8 lb 12 ounces
Charlotte was born on her Great Great Grandma Ladelphia Nunn's 100th birthday.
Larsen took the week off, and Larsen's mom was also on Christmas break so she could help, so I drove down a week later to spend a week with the Perkins and meet Charlotte.
It was a great week hanging out with Will, holding the baby, doing projects in Jill's house, repeat. I wish I had a dollar for every time Will said "Gwama"
I slept in the extra bedroom, and Will called it Wilson and Grandma's clubhouse. He is such a funny kid that narrates his entire day. The boy can talk a lot. He loves life. He also loves "you baby" (meaning Jills' baby) and wants to hold her, but just for a few seconds.
Sadly, my car didn't love the trip. On the way down it started making a ticking sound. Then the check engine light came on. I made it Panguitch, and we took it in to the mechanic. They weren't sure what was wrong. They changed two sensors which took off the check engine light. It would have taken a few weeks to figure out and fix the ticking sound and they thought I could make it home since they knew I was leaving on Saturday.
Well, I made it 15 miles before Great Falls and the engine blew. I stopped, called Austin, called a tow truck that took me into Great Falls to a truck stop, then Austin came to pick up me and my dead car. It was an adventure I won't ever forget.