The thing about patience is, I don’t have it.
My brother said they weren’t planning to call anyone until after Lily was born.
(I took that to mean hurry up and get to the waiting room the second Jess is admitted.)
I resisted that urge all night.
I resisted it all morning.
At noon, I packed up a day’s worth of entertainment and headed for the hospital, sort of expecting to see her whole immediate and extended family, and the neighbors and the Target cashier and the old guy down at the bike shop, and, generally, everyone except me.
I parked and stepped up to the elevator with my little “hello sunshine” onesie in hand, and when the door opened, I was face-to-face with some lady holding two giant overflowing gift bags and a blue overstuffed human-sized teddy bear. I sighed and pressed the button. She had probably been invited.
I followed her to Labor and Delivery. The desk attendant said we had to have an access code to get up to the waiting room. What are hospitals coming to these days? The other lady whipped out her code and was on her way. For me, they had to call the room, make sure it was okay, and then Bryan had to meet me at the elevator.
I stepped off the elevator, rounded the corner and there he was. I laughed, dropped my bags, and told him I just couldn’t help myself. Like any good brother, he said it was okay, and then he led me to the waiting room. Which was empty. I mean, not a single other person in the room. Turns out, when he said they weren’t calling anyone, they actually weren’t calling anyone.
He said it would be a while, that it could even be another whole night. I just smiled proudly at my resourcefulness and pulled out my handy computer and stack of magazines. “I’ll be fine,” I told him. “Don’t worry about me.”
We talked for about 20 minutes, which was nice, and then he went back to Jess, who had just received her epidural.
(Let the record show, I was first.)
So… now that we’re all just sitting here in the waiting room, what should we talk about?
Oh! I know, let’s play with the camera.
Here is me normal.
And, me without my V8
Without my chin
With extra chin
Before my nose job
After my nose job
With no teeth
Before a date…
So, the intake receptionist keeps sneaking peaks over her computer, and I don’t want to be escorted to the psych ward. I think I’ll quit taking pictures of myself and cracking up at what appears to be nothing.
How about the Belizean Cuisizean party? It was a hit! The whole team came (minus, like, 2 people) and we had a great afternoon eating garnaches and telling stories. Although, packing up and walking out of the house felt like closing the door on a very significant and meaningful chapter in my life. Hopefully there is an encore. Like, in November.
Pictures of the day:
Note. It might appear as though my shirt says “hell” but it actually says, “hello” which I thought was appropriate for a welcome home party.
Lisa & Denise: the CFI peeps running the show while I was there
Denise is also a part time disc-thrower.
David’s obnoxiously large Mickey Mouse tortilla
Oh, Becky. (I took 3 pictures to catch her taking a bite)
Me & Kenz
The crew, plus Denise spinning records, which she also does, part-time
Ashley E. Roomie of my heart.
Um, is the baby here yet?
8 thoughts on “Waiting never prospers.”
You’re such a good aunt. A labor and delivery room isn’t complete without you waiting! So will you be here in October, then? ;)
Brooke, you will be named when my family has me admitted for laughing out loud until I cry in the middle of the night. We really must figure out a warning system to place at the beginning of your posts so we, the unsuspecting readers, will know wether to have our kleenex or depends handy!
Yes, a chapter is finished but the novel is still being written (via your blog, hint, hint, hint!) and I am certain that you will return to Belize. Perhaps as part of your master’s program???
Until then, save all those face pictures for Lily’s first album. You could write your first children’s book for her!
it was a good day, wasn’t it? I don’t think we need to wait until November to do it again….the sooner, the better.
Keep us posted Auntie Brooke. Waiting patiently on this end.
Congratulations on being an aunt! That’s a lucky little girl. Hope everything is going well.
I can tell you had some time on your hands, funny pictures.
First off. Yay! The babe is here. I can’t wait to see pics… I’m not concerned you won’t take any. Make sure to share them!
Secondly. Nice pictures. Make sure to visit http://www.relationships.com to post the hotness around – especially the without a chin and before a date pics.
Third. I loved the commentary of your party. Denise is really talented. Impressive. Oh, and the food looks delish.
i can’t wait to see you tomorrow, as an aunt. yippeeeee!
i sure love and miss you.