Baby time


What happened? It’s been a busy couple of days.

Last I knew, I was going to bed Tuesday night after making Brandon watch “Mean Girls” (whatever, he liked it). After that, I got a phone call at 3:30 a.m. from Owen’s mother-in-law, Vicky, on his phone. Since I heard Jamie screaming bloody murder in the background, I decided I best get moving. It was off to the hospital, with nothing but a change of clothes and a copy of “Franny and Zooey” in a North Market bag.

Too bad I didn’t think to bring a pillow and blanket like that smart woman in the waiting room. She looked like she’d slept in a few maternity wards waiting on births in her time. When I got to the hospital, Owen and Vicky were waiting outside the birthing room. I sat with them until they left me to go in there to be with Jamie again. I read 80 pages of my book before Owen came out and told me the process had slowed down a bit since Jamie was given an epidural. So I took an extremely uncomfortable nap before Vicky woke me up to join me. Again, we waited.

Then, around 8:15 or so, Owen came out to tell us that his daughter had arrived, around 7:26 a.m. They didn’t tell us her name until we got to see her for ourselves, but they named her Hannah. She was 7 lbs and 13 oz. I’m not posting any pictures, because quite frankly, I feel weird posting pictures of children who aren’t mine. And since I have no children, I guess that means I feel weird posting children in general. Gosh, if you really want to see, e-mail me and I’ll send you one Owen took.

I felt a lot of different emotions on Wednesday. I was exhausted, but thrilled, to hold my first neice after being awake for five hours of the morning during which I usually sleep. I felt surreal walking in to work a half hour late on four hours of sleep. I felt giddy telling my boss WHY I was late. I felt enraged when I had to walk to and from several buildings downtown for an hour and a half that afternoon walking in shoes made out of wicker.

And when I took my very short lunch break at the hospital and ate with my dad, I felt a rush of grief as the elevator doors closed on my view of him, sitting alone in the waiting room finishing a sandwich. My mom should have been sitting there with him. I melted in that elevator, and cried my eyes out on the drive back to the office. Oh, what a range of emotions sleep deprivation will put us through.

I guess big events in our lives are always going to be shadowed by the loss of someone who we know would be happy for us. I think Brandon’s mom mentioned that would happen. My brother is probably feeling that way, too, but he just looked so happy holding his newborn daughter that I couldn’t have asked him his thoughts if I wanted to. I will say how glad I am that I was able to be there, because I know my mom would have wanted to be there herself.

They got to take the baby home today. She’s pretty awesome. I told Owen that I think if they have any more children, they should make a point to give them all names that are also palindromes. I suggested “Racecar” for any future boy down the road.


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