Thanks et. Al.
Thanks so much alexisyael Oliver’s booties came in the mail yesterday. They are cute, somehow I expected like homemade, knitted grandma style booties, these are better then I expected, and how cut that the are called Muttlucks 🙂 now just to figure out how to actually get them on Oliver’s feet without his eating them while I try and get his foot in. Last nights’ first attempt was unsucessful. 🙂
The old super of which I had spoken previously, who was due to have a baby had a baby girl. (Huge sigh of relief here..phew girl)…..
Dave has seen the baby, I have not. We are going to make them dinner Friday night and watch a movie, I am quite anxious at the idea to be honest. I asked Dave how it felt to be around a newborn. He said when he went over she was sleeping, thus not moving, and he had a flashback to Evan lying newborn and still, (cause Evan was still normal coulour when he was born). He said he felt panick and thought, is that baby alive? Then realized, of course it is.
He said he misses his innocence. That the dad called to say they were headed to the hospital, and said to Dave, "2 of us are going in, 3 of us are coming out." Dave thought to himself, well that is supposed to be the way isn’t it, but don’t count your chicken’s until they have hatched". People, for their own comfort and security NEED to believe that after a perfect pregnancy with 0 complications. That after normal medical care and uneventful ultrasounds, that babies won’t just die at T minus hour. I understand. I despretly want to believe that myself. Thankfully in most cases that hold’s true, however…(Insert depressing stillbirth story here).
People need to dig, to find something we overlooked, something we missed, something that distinguishes us from the non loss population. Anything to make them immune. This couple was no exception. I think I blogged about that before. I think it is worth mentioning here that the Mother in question has a Phd. in Biology. Thus being educated in these factoids does not change the It can’t happen to me" complex. The dad had told his pregnant wife that I was a ‘High Risk Pregnancy’, had been closely watched and that there were complications leading to this. I was flabbergasted, however, quickly regained my composure, corrected the details, and left it at that in the the understanding that he needed to say that, to reassure his pregnant wife she and the baby would be perfectly fine, and they were.
Oh to be back on the other side of the fence.