As I was standing in a checkout line today, I was writing a post in my head about the mundane stuff that so often takes place right before the huge events in our lives. So, like, you’re starting a glamorous new job, and you spend the day before cleaning your shoes (then trying to get the polish dug out from underneath your fingernails). Or you’re graduating, but spend the night before packing bags full of dirty clothes. Or you’re getting married, and are searching for hosiery or cuff links at the eleventh hour. Or, as in my case, you’re assured you’ll have a new baby the next afternoon, and you’re crossing ‘gummy bears’, ‘red raspberry leaf tea’, and ‘bookstore’ off your list before you vacuum and wash the car. It’s just weird, you know? Like a built-in reminder that the epic events of life are surrounded by the most superficial stuff. That it’s the little things that truly count.
But then we got a call from our doctor, who is so capable and expert that talking to her is a little like staring at the sun (I once watched dumbfounded as she walked out of the cafeteria at the hospital, exited through the door, and walked down the sidewalk. Like a kid seeing their teacher at the supermarket, I had never imagined that she ate and walked without an entourage and fanfare). But even better than her medical acumen and wisdom, she is kind and compassionate– she was calling because she knows how badly The Wife wants to labor, and so she offered to postpone Tuesday’s C-Section until Friday morning. We agreed, of course. Bring on more long walks, eggplant, tea, yoga, and (ahem) other activities designed to soften cervixes and induce labor– we’ve got a couple more days. Thanks be to God and Doctor Wonderful.
…and come on out, my littlest girl! We cannot wait to meet you!