"Waiting for the fish to bite or
waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or
waiting around for Friday night..." Theodore Geisel
Tomorrow is the medical folk's predicted date for Bébé's birth day. The Dear Daughter and the Daddy have been rearranging the nest, applying some spit shine, adding a twig here and a feather there. The nascent Nana (that'll be Me =o), even stopped by last week to do some scrub-a-dub-dubbing, dusting and rubbing. We've been sorting and piling the baby clothes cuteness. Things at the New Baby House are purt near ready.
A few weeks ago, the Mom and Dad 2B thought it over and hypothesized that a good day for a baby would be a Wednesday, March the 24th. My money's on that new mother's intuition. Afterall, her feelings are coming from the inside out. Even so, starting tomorrow we are on Baby Watch.
I have been given the honor of managing the phone tree once the labor begins. I had to be strapped to a cell phone for work for many years and consquently am a bit of a luddite at home. I get a hard time from the younger set, but have avoided having a cell phone for the last few years.
This morning I dreamed that I was on a plane that was landing in the snow in the Andes. I was supposed to be monitoring things from my seat in the back, maybe helping organize the passengers, relaying instructions from the pilots (there were four or five in the cockpit). I stayed calmly in my seat, assessing the situation, not making a move.
The landing was complex, but the pilots always had things under control and the touchdown was very safe and smooth. Even so, some of the people from the cockpit were disappointed that I had not followed their suggestions and wanted me to explain myself. I woke up with a responsibility hangover feeling as if I'd left something important undone.
So, today I finally drove down to the next sizable town here, Santa Rosa, and signed up for cell phone service so that I will be reachable no matter where I am once labor begins, and I am planning on being close at hand. I'm taking my responsibilities as the labor and delivery contact very seriously.
The sun shines, the wind blows, the seeds sprout, the flowers bloom, day turns to night again and I am waiting. Waiting for the other shoe to drop, for next week to come, for the phone to ring, to see who this Bébé is, for this new loving to begin.
"and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder"
Sending love your way.