The year, 20 something. The month, August. Mama Bear is approximately a billion months pregnant with Baby Bear during one of the worst heat waves this great state has ever experienced. Baby Bear has delayed his arrival by nearly two weeks, and will require medical intervention to move the process along. Mama Bear can no longer get up from a seated position without assistance. Papa Bear walks around with a look of sheer terror in his eyes, and he no longer looks at Mama Bear directly. He quietly places food and water near her, and she rewards him with a snarl. Things are tense, to say the least.
Mama Bear decides to get out of the house before she goes insane. She explains the plan to Papa Bear and he gladly assists her in getting ready. As they back out of the driveway to head to the local (air conditioned) mall the call comes from the hospital, it’s time to come in to have Baby Bear. 20+ hours later, Mama Bear is being wheeled to her recovery room, Baby Bear is being treated for an infection in the NICU, and Papa Bear is desperately trying to not lose his mind as he realizes just how close he came to losing the both of us.
And that, dear reader is how Baby Bear made his appearance in this world. He’s kept us on our toes ever since ❤