The New Man In My Life

Part 1: The Baby

If I ever write a memoir, perhaps I should entitle it Weeping on Public Toilets, since you could say I have a habit of doing this.

I wept on a work toilet (paper seat cover down, of course) Wednesday morning after I learned my only sister was going into labor. 

Hubby and I were already renting a car on Friday to drive to MA for my cousin's wedding, so I could meet the baby then.  Surely I could wait two days? 

After my bathroom breakdown I called Hubby, who had absolutely no confidence I'd be able to wait.  Immediately he was searching Amtrak, Expedia, Travelocity, offering to drop me off a suitcase on his way to work.  He even apologized for not buying me an open ended ticket.  God I love that man. 

I told him I could hold out.  Not long after, I got myself a plane ticket.  By the time I was in the taxi on my way to JFK, The Tadpole had already made his glorious debut: eight and a half pounds, with a dimple in his teeny little chin.  I have a Godson!  His name is Luke. 

An hour later, I'm about to get onto the Jet Blue shuttle bus when the lady with the walkie talkie says no.  Apparently the shuttle bus was on fire.  About ten feet away.  Curiously, they wouldn't allow us onto another bus, yet they also weren't advising us to back away.  In the end an angry fellow passenger wearing a red blazer started bossing, Everybody back!  Now!  Everybody move!  Ordinarily I'd feel the urge to punch her in the face, but my NY impulses were extremely subdued that afternoon.  After all, I was on my way to meet the new man in my life. 

After three taxis, one non-burning shuttle bus and a bumpy plane ride, I was knocking on the door to Sissy's room.  Two seconds later, I was sobbing, washing my airplane hands, sitting down and holding the most beautiful little baby I'd ever laid eyes on.  I knew he'd be a boy, and I knew his face would look the way it looked, since I'd had several dreams about this baby.  (Did I ever tell you I was psycho psychic?)   

I realize women give birth every day, but my sister doesn't.  I am in total awe. 

Incidentally, last week when a cleaning lady at work asked if we knew the baby's gender, I said we didn't, but I had a feeling it would be a boy.  "I always dream of a boy..." I said, to which she replied, "A healthy baby, that's all you should dream for" and gently squeezed my arm as she got off the elevator.  Great.  Now Mary the cleaning lady thought I was one of those freaks who prayed for boy babies.  It was too late to say, "Wait Mary, when I said dream, I literally meant dream, not hope!  Not wish!"  Ah well.  Such is the life of the misunderstood.  You'd think I'd be used to it by now.

Luke is a dream, though.  He is gorgeous, amazing, and utterly perfect in every way.  I don't know how I'll ever return to New York now that he's arrived on the scene, in all his sweet cuddliness.  I am in love, Dear Reader.  My heart is so full. 

There's nothing more to say.

xoxo

Please stay tuned for Part 2: The Wedding.  I pray my husband doesn't leave NY without my bridesmaid's dress.  I've reminded him several times, but now even he seems skeptical.

Comments

[Weinerdog]

I want to see pictures of the little Sagittarius miracle soon!!!

Congrats Tinky Winky!!!

[Stacey]

Congratulations Auntie!!!

[Stacey]

Congratulations Auntie!!!

[Stacey]

Congratulations Auntie!!!

[Stacey]

Congratulations Auntie!!!

[Stacey]

Congratulations Auntie!!!

[Stacey]

okay.... so I only meant to write it once.... but I'm a big computer loser, apparently. I'm excited enough to say it five times, anyway, though! So there it is. =)

[The Odd Broad]

Thanks Stacey!! I still can't believe it's true. He is such an angel. I get weepy every time I think about him.