I was just coming back from the other side of the bridge (doing errands) and heading to B's Grandpa's 95th birthday party. 95!!! As I rounded the corner I saw some smoke coming from a hill near by. I said out loud to myself (well Kiwi was there so maybe I was telling him) that as soon as we parked the car I was going to call that in. It had just started. As I pulled into my parking spot the fire truck went by. Ok don't need to call that in. Went inside and enjoyed the party. Kiwi was over tired and squirrel-ee so we packed it in a bit early and headed home. As I headed home I thought….this fire just needs a little wind and it will be at our place in no time. So as soon as I got home I put Kiwi down for a nap and began packing an evac bag. My brain was going a million times a minute. See as I drove into the neighbourhood I took the long way home and at the top of the street you could see flames in the trees. So feeling a little panicked I didn't know where to start or what to pack or even if I should pack. So I started with the important things, the irreplaceable things. Photo albums, all the memory cards, the external hard drive, insurance papers, mortgage papers, etc. Then I packed a bag for us to be able to survive for 3 days. So 3 changes of clothes each, our toothbrushes etc… All the while Kiwi is still not napping because the helicopters are flying right over our house. Looking out the window they were using the lake water just across the road so every time they dipped down into it, it appeared like they were going to hit the top of our neighbours house. They were super duper close. So of course Kiwi is all into that and didn't want to nap. No biggie, just stay in your room I asked him. Well he didn't. He decided that this was a good time to figure out how to unlock the deadbolt on the front door and run outside to watch the helicopters. So while chasing him outside (because he will run out onto the street still) and coming back in to pack and then chasing him outside again I was a bit of a basket case. Finally I had our bags packed. B came home early due to the whole ordeal with some friends of ours that he works with that also live in our neighbourhood so that worked out nicely. When he got home he put the 2 suitcases into the car and did a quick video of our house and contents for insurance reasons. Then the cops came down the road and told us it was time to get out. B had been home for maybe 10 minutes at that time. Kiwi kept trying to pack his snow shovel into the trunk. We tried to explain to him that we didn't need to take that with us. I thought that part was funny.
We went to B's parents' house and stayed with them for the 3 nights that we were out of our home. How generous of them to allow us to stay with them especially since they had company coming to stay with them too that weekend. When I opened the suitcase to see what I had to wear I realized that I had packed some pre-pregnancy clothes. Um…where are the clothes that fit right now? Talk about a blond moment. I'm going to chalk it up to panic. So I had a couple of things to wear but mostly just tank tops . Umm….yeah. B's parent's were great. They looked after Kiwi while we went to register as evacuees. I'm so thankful for that because the process for registration took quite some time and I think Kiwi would not have lasted for very long in that env't. While sitting there we ran into our cousin who had just moved into that area 3 weeks prior. I gave her a welcome to the neighbourhood hug and we chatted until it was her turn to go up (she had arrived 2 hours ahead of us). For some reason she didn't want to switch numbers with us, go figure.
That night I went to bed feeling fine. At 4:50am I woke up to some pretty intense cramps. I started to time them because they seemed to be coming and going. Every 10 minutes I was getting them. They were getting a little more strong each time. I went upstairs to get some water and to sit still. I figured maybe this could stop it or at least slow it down. As I sat there and they didn't stop I was wondering do I wake anyone up? I don't want to cause panic if there's nothing to worry about. At this point I was 35 weeks pregnant. Finally they stopped and I went back to bed. They only lasted about an hour. I've been told that my surgeon doesn't want me to labour for more than an hour so when it stopped I was so happy. I told Sprout, you can't come out now, I don't even have a house to take you to, not to mention your nursery at our house hasn't even been started.
We were back in our home on Sunday evening. The first thing I did was start the dishwasher. After 3 days of sitting in there dirty I figured they would be oober stinky. I was right. Although we were out for a very short time considering how close the fire was to our home I was so grateful to be back.
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