Harmony Marotz Real Estate Austin, TX

Barry and Harmony are married and have two wonderful children. Barry’s strengths are Harmony’s weaknesses and vice versa. This compliments our business and makes us that more productive for our clients. We bring a lot to the table and truly enjoy our business. We have a neat story to share and you can read it below.

THE MAROTZ TEAM GAVE BIRTH TO THEIR SECOND CHILD ON 2222

We had a wonderful event happen to us back in 2003. The Lord blessed us with our daughter Madison, right on 2222. And so the story goes:

I was awaken early in the morning by a contraction. Barry was not home so I immediately called him to let him know I was in labor. I then called my aunt who lives close by. My contractions were back to back and pretty painful so I began to pace around the house and tried to concentrate on my breathing. The contractions became more painful and closer and closer together. Before too long my aunt arrived. Shortly after her a family friend arrived as well. When our friend arrived she had company- a Lakeway police officer. She had been pulled over and when she explained why she was speeding he wanted to verify. He then followed her to my home and came in with her. To my surprise (and I am sure his too) I was only wearing a shirt. Don’t worry it was a maternity shirt (you know the kind that comes down to your knees) and it pretty much covered everything. My first reaction to the officer was “oh my, my cloths are off". Of course my cloths were not off but I was not dressed for unexpected company-if you know what I mean. The officer offered to get an ambulance but I declined. Then my friend offered to start driving me to the hospital. I really wanted to wait for Barry but we live about 45 mins from any hospital so I took the offer. Once we were on the road I called Barry to tell him we were heading to the hospital. He was a lot closer than we thought so we met him on the 620 highway right outside our neighborhood. I switch cars and we were off again.

As we were crossing over the Mansfield Dan I felt her begin to crown. That’s right folks crown. When I switch cars I packed my phone in my hospital bag, so I asked Barry to call 911. Not only did he look at me like I was crazy but he did not call. I am not sure if it was because the hospital was still 30 mins away, or if it was the excruciating pain I was experiencing, or even the fact that I was in a car, but I freaked out. So being the woman I am I reached over and grabbed his phone and called 911 myself. I told the 911 operator where I was and where I was going. I then asked him to get an ambulance to us. (I had it all figured out-right). Only the operator had a different plan. I didn’t know it at the time but later found out he wanted us to pull over so he could guide Barry through the delivery process. I knew everything was going to work out but my concern was where is my baby going to go after I deliver her? So that was not an option. The operator kept asking me annoying questions so I passed the phone to Barry. I then began to concentrate on my breathing...yeah right....

Barry kept say "no she still has her paints on". After about the third time I heard those words it clicked to me-if “I am really going to have my baby I am going to have to take my paints off". The operator kept trying to get Barry too pulled over. Every time Barry tried I freaked out. Barry being the pleasing husband he is would get right back on the road. He pulled over for a 3rd time and again I was not happy. We were on 2222 right before 360. As I was explaining to him I did not want to stop he said “look there is the ambulance”. I saw the flashing lights and felt a bit of relief, only to find out the flashing lights were not coming from an ambulance but a fire truck. (I did not know it at the time but that was a blessing in disguise). At this time it did not matter who it was because it was time so I pulled down my bottoms and hoped out. We had just bought our excursion so I asked the fireman “can we do this here"? and pointed to the ground. He replied “no ma'am you need to get back in the backseat"......so I did. I supposed I knew that was going to be the answer but being the clean freak I am I had to ask.

So there I was laying down in the back seat of our excursion it was a bit chaotic but I do remember thinking and saying “I can't believe I am having my baby in the back of my truck". While the firemen were scrambling trying to find their kit/tools Barry was up by my head holding my hand and trying to comfort me. Then the head fireman said "she's not even crowning". Just as he finished his sentence I began having a contraction so my reply was “OH YES SHE IS!!! LOOK NOW!!!” He replied was “STOP PUSHING". I replied " I'M NOT SHE'S -A-COMING". Then I heard another fireman say there is the ambulance. All of a sudden the head fireman said " PUSH". So I did and out came my beautiful daughter Madison, right there on 2222 and 360. I could hear her crying but because of the way I was position I could not see her. The first words I shared with her was "I hear you baby, I can not see you but I hear you and I love you". Then the fireman raised her up and I saw my baby for the first time. It was one of those special moments that words can not describe. So our precious baby is here, full of words, looking healthy and now all that’s left is for us to all live happily ever after-right. Well yes and know. You see folks there is more. So here is goes:

I got out of the car and was placed on a gurney. It was late March and a cold front was blowing through. It was in the 40’s (and for us Austinites that is cold), plus the wind chill made it feel like it was in the twenties. I went from being hot to freezing. I was given a blanket and rolled into the ambulance. Madison was placed in my lap and I was told to breast feed her. Being the great mom that I am I started to breast feed her (and ladies who have had a baby you all know how difficult that is in itself) but still there is more. I was still having contractions. That’s right contractions. You see I had not yet delivered the placenta. So, picture Madison in my arms. I am trying to feed her for the first time, I am still having contractions. The adrenalin I had once had is gone and I am in pain.

To top it all off the EMT’s were trying to place an IV in me and they were both shaking. After about 20mins the head fireman noticed how nervous they were and told one to go drive and he said he would ride in the back with the other. When the EMT finally got the IV in it popped out and the blood begun squirting everywhere.

I looked at the fireman and said please hold my baby. I then delivered the placenta. The EMT got the IV in and I then was able to begin feeding her. That was one of the longest drives of my life but we did make it to the hospital. I was healthy my baby was healthy and the car was even clean.

The next morning the entire fire station crew showed up at the hospital and we all recapped the experience through each of our eyes. The head fireman was able to share he had experience delivering babies (lucky for us). Never on the side of a road but experience. Barry shared the police had blocked off one lane and came over to see what was going on. They took one look in the car and walked off. We were all able to laugh and cry (happy tears of course). There will forever be a special place in our hearts for the fire station crew. And yes we all lived Happily Ever After….