Peter was enjoying his dream. In his dream, his lovely svelte wife was doing wonderful things with his…:
“Peter, wake up”
“Wha, whats the matter Helen? It’s the middle of the night?”
“Men. Such geniuses! I know its the middle of the night. You have to get up right now and go and get Mrs. Vanderpoel."
“But why Helen? I was having such a nice dream and you and I were having such a nice time being frisky. Come on Helen, lay back down and lets go back to sleep.”
“Not on you life buster. And you can forget being frisky for about six more weeks. The baby’s coming. Now, get up and go get Mrs. Vanderpoel.”
“But Helen. The baby isn’t due for another month yet. Maybe these are just braxton..”
“Peter, I have had three children, and this is the fourth and the last one I am having. I think I know the difference between braxton hicks contractions and real labor. Not only that, but my water broke. This baby is coming, and fast.
Since Alicia isn’t here to take care of the children, we need Mrs. Vanderpoel to come help. Now get up and get going. I’ll call and tell her you’re on the way to get her. Hurry!”
While Helen waited for Peter to return, she checked on Brian, Mart and Trixie, making sure they were all well covered and warm. She thought about waking them up to tell them that she was going to the hospital, but decided that Mrs. V didn’t need to walk into that chaos.
Instead, she gathered her labor “go” bag, and went downstairs to to leave the children a note.
Dear Brian, Mart, and Trixie,
Today is Bobby’s birthday.
By the time you wake up, you will have a new baby brother. I love you all, and I will see you later today when Daddy brings you to the hospital to visit. Since the baby decided to come early, Aunt Alicia isn’t here to take care of you. Mrs. Vanderpoel will stay with you until I come home. Be good and help her as much as you can.
And yes, you do have to go to school today.
Love Moms.
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