September Surprise

 photo by Charlotte King Photography

photo by Charlotte King Photography

It’s too bad we rodeo wives can’t have all our babies in October when everybody’s home!

by Randa Irwin
 
 

I found out I was pregnant last January. It was a huge surprise. Kyle and I live in Florida, and Kyle was on his way home from Fort Worth. I couldn’t keep it a secret anymore, so I called him. I told him the due date was September 17th, 2018. He knew right away what a crucial time that would be—two weeks before the end of rodeo season. He was riding with another guy, and the rest of the way home Kyle didn’t say a word. Kyle’s a talker. For him to not say anything was a really big deal!

When Kyle got home from Fort Worth, he sat in his recliner and tried to plan his year out. He definitely wanted to have enough money won to have the NFR locked up by the end of August.

By Cheyenne, Kyle was getting a little worried. I was out there with him. I looked like I was about to pop. Kyle made the short round at Cheyenne. He came back fifth but ended up not winning a dime. He was counting on Cheyenne to push him into the top fifteen for good. That was discouraging. I tried to stay positive. Kyle’s hard enough on himself that he doesn’t need help with that!

Kyle and his travel partner, Tyler Pearson, have a Fifteen-Minute Rule in their rig. If one of them has some bad luck, the deal is they can’t sulk or be sour for more than fifteen minutes. As Kyle once said, after fifteen minutes “you gotta pick your lip up and get on with life.”

We have the same rule at our house. I remind Kyle of that any time he gets discouraged. I put him on a timer!

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photo by Matt Cohen


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By now, my due date has come and gone. Kyle’s on the bubble and still rodeoing so he can stay in the top fifteen. And he’s putting more pressure on himself to be here for the birth. I am not worried about it at all. I even told him it’s okay if he’s not here. We will survive, and he’s gonna get to see her.

“No,” he said, “I’ll be there. No matter what, I will be there.”

Trying to keep the mood light, I told him, “You better just stay out there and get the Finals made so you can buy this baby some shoes!”

This week, he drove to Texas for rodeos in Amarillo and Pasadena. He has both his steers at Pasadena on Sunday morning, so I went ahead and booked him a flight home from Houston, in case I go into labor. It’s on Southwest, so we can cancel it if we need to.

Honestly, this drama is nothing new. When I was pregnant with our son, Tripp, the same thing happened. My due date rolled around. No baby. Kyle was preparing for the Fort Worth rodeo. Four days passed. The doctor tried inducing the birth, but that didn’t work, so I had a C-section. Kyle got to be there. He was so giddy. He just stared at that baby boy for hours. It was really sweet! And then he went to work in Fort Worth. That’s the life we live.

It’s too bad we rodeo wives can’t have all our babies in October when everybody’s home!

Whether Kyle makes the NFR or not, we’ll be fine. I’ll be tickled to death if he makes it. But if he doesn’t, I’ll be disappointed for him, because I know how much pressure he’s put on himself this year. I don’t want the stress of this baby being the reason he didn’t perform as well as he wanted to. To me, it just doesn’t matter. Our baby girl’s gonna come in God’s time, Kyle will come home, and everything will work out fine.

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