Today has brought on some very new and interesting insights. I want to start with my daughter. As I said earlier, Jaime and I have always been very close. But I've always thought of her even at this age as "my little girl." I know. Kind of silly. I mean, she is 35 years old. But it's a mom thing. So when she and Ryan got pregnant, I still thought like that. And I thought that way when she called with this news of Down syndrome--I needed to be the comforting mom. But in the past 48 hours something has completely changed. I see her now for the amazing woman she has become. She has taken this news and just run with it! She's made contacts and done research; she's cried; she's rebounded. But most of all I have sensed this intense resolve...a tangible change I can feel through the phone. I am in awe! And I am so very proud! She and Ryan have GOT this! :)
My last blog post was on August 26th. In the early hours of August 29th (3:30 am to be exact), we got "the call!" By 6:00, we had purchased plane tickets and were out the door. I vacillated between wanting to scream excitably in public, to crying, to hand wringing. And the layover in Atlanta almost caused a necessity for institutionalization on my part. But...we made it, and we made it in time! We actual followed my daughter and son-in-law to Prentice Women's Hospital from their Oak Park residence. Other than my husband coming within inches of rear-ending my son-in-law's car on the way, the trip was uneventful. We could see Jaime clutching the upper door handle when she was having contractions, so we felt like we were a part of everything. We were even allowed to visit her in the labor/delivery room, and during one such visit at about 10:00 pm, the doctor said, "You can push." Oops! We were still in there, so guess what? ...
Love this.
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