Got home from my Boston/Amsterdam trip a day late because British Airways couldn’t make my connection in London happen; to add insult to injury the hotel they put me up in had a fire alarm go off at five in the morning. Fun!
Now I’m back and we’re counting the days. We’d originally thought that el niño nuevo would arrive around my birthday on 5. June, but on Friday Carole’s baby doc said "I’d be surprised if you’re still pregnant in a week." (Which maybe wasn’t the best way to put it based on what happened to us in October.)
So, we’re in the red zone of childbirth. All our plans our tentative now since we might need to drop everything and go to the hospital at any minute. It’s funny how much different our attitude toward this one is; we’re much more relaxed about it (I guess since we’ve been through it before) which makes me feel way less prepared. (Like, I just plotted out the most efficient route to the hospital this morning, which is something I really should have taken care of weeks ago.)
Last time there was considerable debate as to the level of communication that would be permitted from within the birthing chamber. Laptops were not an option since there would be no connectivity in the hospital; this time around, we can bring our own connectivity in the form of my EVDO phone, so there shall be laptops, oh yes there shall. Since I have a phone this also means I have a camera (which was banned last time around). With the phone comes the ability to post photos and up-to-the-minute blog posts whenever we want. (I will be doing both this time.)
The simple notion of having a phone in the delivery room and encouraging friends to call to chat and check in during Carole’s labor was looked at with some surprise by our friends (this was nearly five years ago). I guess the rules about technology and society are being perpetually rewritten, but to me, it just makes sense that people call you when you’re in the hospital. And we got a lot of awesome calls during those few days. A few of our friends didn’t call because they figured we’d be "busy" or because childbirth is supposed to be some sort of sacred isolated experience. Phooey on that: a big part of childbirth is waiting around for stuff to happen. If we don’t want to get calls at some point, we’ll turn the phone off and you can leave us a voice mail.
So, just to warn you: At some point during the next two weeks, this blog will fill up with the comments, and the photos, and the drama, and the cuteness of the new kid. Prepare yourselves. When we head to the hospital, I’ll post here before we go. Feel free to call if you want to check in, or post comments here, or send emails, or whatever you feel comfortable with.
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