Wow, what a day.
It started off with a note from our son: his sister-in-law, who lives just blocks from them, had just had her baby. After three girls, Parker and Hudson finally had a boy cousin to grow up with.
But things had not gone well and they were praying hard that the baby not have a seizure during his first 24 hours and if he can pull that off then things will hopefully look much better.
Deep breath. He’s in the NICU with a breathing tube. We are praying hard along with them. So far, so far as we’ve heard, it’s been good news, no seizure. I want to be told that in the morning, too. I want it to *be* morning already.
I drove over to my friend Johnna’s. Richard and I have promised her college-age daughter that she always has a place to stay when she wants to visit home and friends, knowing that it is really hard to have that change out from under you at that age; meantime, her family is leaving tomorrow first thing to move across the country. There’s that morning thing again. (I need to go knit a few long rows, to create, to center.)
I hugged Johnna and her new husband and the younger two kids on a day when they especially needed it. I did too.
Turns out Johnna’s youngest sister had a baby girl just yesterday, Juliette, likewise in serious straits and in need of prayers, and of course we again added ours to the mix.
I remembered the time the doctors gave me no more than a quick look at my own newborn who arrived blue, and ran, and she turned out peachy fine. I know, I know, the situations don’t compare.
I had totally forgotten in the intensity of the day–and so it was a surprise to get the message that had the video in it. Which isn’t on YouTube so I don’t have it up here yet, but. His other grandpa carefully slit open the box such that his grandson couldn’t see what was inside, then handed it to him to discover for himself; Parker pulled back the flaps. He took it out of the box in wonderment: “A blankie!” He put it down still mostly folded up tight on the floor. He looked shyly at the camera, he backed away from it, and I wondered just for an instant if it was being rejected for being too solid now (but he hadn’t even opened it up enough to know that yet…)
And then he LEAPED as high as he could in a flying faceplant into his favorite, his made-with-love blankie, back with him again. It was HIS! It was safe and sound! It was home! YAY! Or as he said afterwards, and I quote, “Tee hee!”
We should all be so lucky. We hope to be.
All that time that I was kicking myself for not getting the repairs finished faster, for not getting it out the door sooner for my little grandson.
Today was the day they needed that to happen.
Update Wednesday morning: no seizures so far. And here’s the video.