February 11, 2022
It’s been three years since you came into our lives.
Larkin is defined as ‘Fierce, rough, silent and Brave Warrior’
I’m so thankful that the lord decided my life for me and the timing of things.
We found out we were pregnant with you just two days after Fergus was first flown to children’s hospital. I’m so grateful that God planned it for us. what a gift you have been little Larkin.
A brave Warrior from the beginning, patiently waiting, strong and healthy. I knew I didn’t have to worry about you as you grew in my belly. You took the shotgun seat and we just focused our energy on Fergus and supporting him.
Then the day finally came for your arrival. It was early on the morning of February 11th 5am I woke up with mild cramping nothing serious… or so I thought. As I was sitting on the couch trying to get comfy my water broke!
The contractions hadn’t started, I calmly went and woke Dad and Brother up and said we had to leave.
Dad got up and said he needed a coffee for the road.
Why not? What’s another 20mins waiting for stove top percolator coffee to be ready on a 2hr drive right?!!!
As I was packing a bag it hit! The nausea the contractions I lay on the floor. Suddenly panicked. THIS BABY IS COMING NOW!!
We hopped in the truck.
6:15am
It had been warm the last couple days but we froze that night so the road was frozen slushy ruts! And a steady go of logging trucks.
Dad called ahead and every logging truck we passed in a bumpy hurry was already pulled over courteous as to not slow us down.
We hit the concrete in record time and thankfully it was bare. 20mins from town I still vividly remember the morning winter light waking up and the contractions so bad. And then it dawned on me.
You’re wanting to arrive like NOW!! And I’m fighting to hold you in!
Your brother was excited in the backseat holding my hand at times and encouraging me along with covering his ears during my screams.
Your dad was laughing away in the drivers seat. He was Soooo excited we were going to meet you in such a short time.
We made it to the hospital in record time.
7:25am
Pulled up in front of emergency to meet our sweet friend who was going to watch Ferg.
Dad went to get a wheel chair. As I waited in the truck unable to move in pain. I felt like a cow grunting and moaning during the pain. Except a cow is more stoic and quiet. She just gets the job done gets up and gets to it.
Mike brought the wheel chair and in my mind I was expecting the whole emergency team to come rushing out and meet us. Like this baby is coming NOW! Instead when we got in the door I was asked to put a mask on…..
*yes you were born in Covid times. Masks were a thing that were ‘mandatory’ at one point and yes your super cool mom refused to wear them. ESPECIALLY WHEN I WAS IN LABOUR!! Your welcome 😜
We pushed through and made our way to the elevator. When we got to the maternity ward it seemed to take forever to get to the room. It’s a secure ward so you have to be buzzed in, multiple doors maybe? I’m probably imaging there were more doors and hallways than there actually are. But pain makes you crazy people!!
I do remember the final door into the ward was a double door with only one door open. And I kid you not. The one door is not wide enough to get a wheelchair through.
By this point I was way far past being a willing participant and I was NOT moving from that wheelchair.
I remeber Mike trying to turn and push it through and then briefly asking if I could walk the rest of the way (insert look of death).
Finally a nurse came and unlocked the second door and we zoomed to the room.
I’m not proud of the moments that followed. I like to think I’m a decent person who treats people with respect and kindness, but this was not one of those times. Something came over me that was not of this world and I don’t even know who I was.
I’m so sorry to the nurses. So sweet and encouraging. After battling with me to remove me from my safe wheel chair I flopped face down onto the bed and refused to push until they gave me drugs. I was informed that the babies head was already coming out and it was too late to do anything but push.
I was not pushing until I got something. I settled for laughing gas and sucked that down until the room started to spin.
Our doctor arrived, so happy, so cheery so positive (he really is the best doctor) so i decided to kick him in the head. Not intentionally but when you were making your entry into the world is was a little painful and I may have lost control of one leg and the doctors head may have been on the other end of that kick…. Ooops.
7:43am
And there you were all 8lbs 9oz of you all sweet and cuddly. And just like that I had returned to blissfulness.
Our Brave Warrior, we enjoy every day and moment with you. You have the silliest expressions and make us laugh constantly. Your confident and sure of yourself and have so much love towards others and animals.
Never lose your compassion my sweet boy. For In your compassion is where true strength is found.
You and your brother are our greatest blessings. We love you more than you will ever know. But I’m going to spend each day sure trying to make sure you know.
Love mom ❤️
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