Steven: Last time it was very simple. I got a phone call, three weeks later flew to Texas, met the birthmom, had chinese food (PF Chang's), drove to the hospital, and had a baby the next morning. This time, we're waiting for a call from Texas that labor has started at which point we will need to drop everything, plead with the airlines for a flight, get a hotel room, and maybe get there the next day. We've resigned ourselves to missing the birth (it's her 7th).
It's even more stressful because we're supposed to go to Marsha's wedding in 3 days (Marsha who was so integral in helping me welcome Kofi into the world) and we (read: I) really don't want to miss it. So the next 48 hours are crucial.
But we spoke to LeSahre (and Marcus) tonight. She is dying to have this baby and she can't wait for us to come down to Texas and take him. So she sounds committed to us, which is a relief every time she expresses it. It's hard to have your future in someone else's hands like this, but, of course, it's only one possible future and as Rob and I say to each other frequently, our future is as a family with Kofi and hopefully a sibling for Kofi, and whether it is this child, or the next, we will still be a family.
And yet, we've totally bonded to this child-to-be. We have a name (it's sort of secret, but if you call me, I might share). And we've envisioned the two of them -- Kofi and ____ -- playing, bickering, falling asleep in their bunk beds, generally draining of us love and patience, but filling our lives with joy too.
So, keep your fingers crossed. And, for a few more days, LeSahre's legs!
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