(Hypothetically speaking, of course.)
You just had your third baby. And by "just" you really mean months ago. But, it's been icy and snowy and cold and... stuff, and so you find yourself venturing out for a walk with ALL THE CHILDREN for the first time.
Oh, the first time. Scary? Exciting?
You are still many, many minutes from when you have agreed to be at a certain place. You are also many, many minutes from convincing yourself that this is going to happen.
You change the meeting place, going for something a bit more realistic. (Nice move.)
You make a mental check list of all that must be done: travel arrangements, diaper bag, teeth brushed (yours, not theirs), get dressed (you again, not them).
Then, you pare it down: veto the cloth diapers. Veto the clothes change (your pjs look like your clothes look like your pjs look like your clothes... this is acceptable for at least the first six months, yes? Please say yes, oh please say yes.) Crank on the screen to keep the kids settled while you settle yourself.
After what seems like years, you and your little ones make your Grand Exit; or rather, your Grand Entrance into the world as a mother with her three darlings, appearing for the very first time!
You take a deep breath and head on your way. You've made it*.
(Hypothetically speaking, you are also two minutes early which is a true, low-and-behold miracle not to be discounted. Hallelujah.)
(*This refers to this day only. You still have 18 years ahead of. Sigh. And, Hallelujah!)