The weather outside seemed windy but there were no storms. I spent the evening folding laundry while taking a sister via Facetime. I’ve called to check in with her a couple of times in the recent past, but the timing and life details don’t always end up working out. She’s expecting her sixth baby who is due in December. I’d just been thinking about her youngest one now who turns two next month.

That was one of the sayings she’d use as she’d be talking about the birth, “If it works out with your life details…” then I could come up and be there. It did work out. She called me about 6:30 in the evening and let me know that her contractions had started. It was either go that night or wait until morning, which when we’re talking about babies, there wasn’t a ton of reassurance he wouldn’t be born overnight.

So I went up. Another sister was also there. We slept on the basement couch until 2ish something in the morning when my brother-in-law woke us up to say the contractions were getting stronger and closer together. She was having a homebirth so the midwife was also called. She labored a few hours and Zion was born in the morning 5 o’clock hour. She normally likes to garden but didn’t much this season.