How is she one already?!
Earlier this month, we celebrated a big milestone—our second baby girl turned ONE! It’s hard to believe it’s been a year since Kennedy James entered our lives in the most unforgettable way possible. Her first birthday was marked with laughter, cake-smashing chaos, and reflections on her very dramatic debut.
Her wild birth story
Our little firecracker was born at 2:50 a.m. on a cold, rainy winter night, in the passenger seat of our new Kia Sorrento—with white leather seats, no less. (I know, bold choice for a family car, right?)
After a rough bout of a stomach bug and the onset of contractions, we went to the hospital for fluids and monitoring. However, things weren’t progressing as fast as they liked, so we were told to head home to wait it out. Apparently, no one told Kennedy the plan, because just a couple of hours later, things escalated fast. Within an hour of being home, we were speeding down the highway at 60 MPH, racing back to the hospital in the pouring rain.
I knew I had waited too long, but I was ssure we’d make it—I mean, who actually gives birth in their car? Certainly not me… or so I thought.
Cue the chaos.
I was in full-blown labor in the front seat, seatbelt on (because, safety first), and with one hand holding on for dear life (five-star review for Kia’s oh sh*t handle), I somehow managed to call 911 with my “free” hand. Let me tell you, adrenaline—and whatever other magic happens in these moments—is a literal lifesaver.
And then, there she was. Beautiful and perfect in every way. I caught her in my arms, standing in my seat, and removed her from the amniotic sac. (Yes, this all happened while moving. Moms are superheroes, confirmed.) Her umbilical cord was loosely wrapped around her neck, but gently removed without concern. She cried immediately, her airways were clear, and her color came in quickly. The fear started to fade and the sense that something was wrong slowly eased. No medical intervention was needed for me or Kennedy—what an absolute miracle.
While labor is really a one-woman job, my husband did his part by being an ace behind the wheel. He did everything he could to keep us safe and calm while trying to process the absolute madness unfolding next to him. Though, I don’t think he quite understood that when I yelled, “She’s coming!”, I really meant—“No, she’s HERE.”
As soon as we could, we pulled into the closest QuikTrip gas station to wait for the ambulance. I took off my sweater and wrapped her in my lap to keep her warm as we waited nearly half an hour for medical help, delayed by the storm’s flooded roads and fallen trees. I waddled out of the car, with Kennedy in my arms, onto the gurney. We were safe.
Shoutout to the construction crew fixing their trailer nearby—they got quite the unexpected show!
Pro tip: if you deliver your own baby you get listed as the Birth Attendant on the birth certificate. Adding that to the resume!
A Year of Joy
Fast forward a year, and we’re celebrating our spitfire with a cake smash that was every bit as chaotic (but much less stressful) as her entrance into the world. Watching Kennedy dive face-first into her cake was the perfect reminder of how far we’ve come since that wild, rainy night. She’s brought so much joy, laughter, and excitement to our family, and we’re endlessly grateful for her. But something tells me we're going to have to watch her around Piña Coladas.
She and her big sister are already the best of friends. They learn from each other, play together, and share a bond that is nothing short of magical. Seeing their connection is one of my greatest joys.
I never knew how much my heart could grow until I saw these two become a team. Watching their friendship blossom has been one of the most beautiful parts of this past year.


Reflections on Family and Gratitude
This experience taught me so much about rolling with the unexpected and finding humor in life’s craziest moments. But mostly, immense gratitude and humility. Life rarely goes according to plan (or a hospital’s timetable, apparently), but those moments are the ones that reveal your inner strength.
I’ve been focusing on trusting myself more, listening to my gut, and advocating for myself. It’s a work in progress, but I’m growing more confident every day.
I don’t often share personal stories, but this one is too special not to tell. It’s a reminder of how quickly things can change and how much we have to be thankful for.
Here’s to another year of milestones, memories, and maybe slightly less drama when it comes to life’s big moments. But knowing her, I wouldn’t count on it!
A Heartfelt Thank You
Before wrapping up, I want to take a moment to thank the incredible first responders who showed up that night. To the police officer, fire department, and EMTs who responded to our 911 call at QuikTrip—you were calm, professional, and reassuring during such a wild and emotional moment.
Your kindness and care made all the difference as we transitioned from panic to pure joy, knowing our baby girl was safe and healthy. We are forever grateful for the work you do and the support you gave us during one of the most unforgettable nights of our lives. Thank you for being there when we needed you most!
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P.S. If you’re ever at the Cobb Parkway QuikTrip, just know, that parking lot has history.

You’re Not Alone – Postpartum Support ResourceS
Bringing a baby into the world is life-changing, but it’s not always easy. If you think you may be struggling with postpartum depression, anxiety, or processing a difficult birth experience, you are not alone, and help is available.
📌 RESOURCES FOR SUPPORT:
▫️ Postpartum Support International (PSI) – Call or text their helpline: 1-800-944-4773
▫️ Crisis Text Line – Text HOME to 741741 for 24/7 support
▫️ 988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline – Call or text 988 anytime
▫️ Therapy & Support Groups – Visit www.postpartum.net to find local and virtual resources
Your feelings are valid. Your healing matters. Please reach out—help is just a call or text away. ❤️