Announcing — Eamon Jude! Born Thursday morning to Deirdre and John! Nine whole pounds and an ounce over!
These girls of mine. Timing. Pace yourselves!
Ah well, it’s all good. We have a bit of a story to tell you! You know I went to Oklahoma to help out with Rosie (along with the Chief and Bridget) — and Nora came along nicely — you didn’t miss that in the flurry of Holy Week, did you? Then back here, where Deirdre, the Artist, and Finnabee (you know that is not her real name, right?) took up residence preparatory to the home birth they were planning.
In our area we have a wonderful midwife who takes care of many of my friends. She has delivered close to 2000 babies. (I mean, I don’t know all of her clientele.) She is amazing. Sometime I’m going to do a post on what it’s like to have her take care of you. Unfortunately I never got to take advantage of her expertise but I still have something to say about her. And Deirdre really wanted to have her baby with Cindy, no doubt about it.
Plus, my house turns out to be fairly ideal for this purpose, if you don’t mind things being old fashioned.
Can you make any sense of this at all? The key learning is that you can be using the guest room (on the left there) and have your birthing room (the “rec” room in the middle) all set up and waiting for you, accessible via the walk-through closet (which all my rooms have). Chances are no one will want to play foosball at that moment. I covered the foosball table with this thing I bought for $10 at some household goods store — it’s a round table top (folds up) that you put over a card table, say, for extra seating. It makes a perfect staging area for all the things you will need to take care of laboring mom and new baby. And then you can continue right through to the bathroom, where there is a non-glamorous jacuzzi bathtub —
IF you have time for it.
Which Deirdre didn’t.
And that’s the story. She went from zero to sixty like a Nissan GTR. Cindy is good, but she can’t apparate. When I got her on the phone, she told me, “I won’t be there in time — put the phone on speaker and I’ll help you!”
And so that is how I came to catch this speedy little guy, with John as heavy lifter and Deirdre as mama on a mission, determined and serene, really. The Chief and Habou did Finnabee duty. Thank goodness there are this many of us! Because that’s how many it took! And then Cindy did get here, phew.
No crazy car rides, no hospital, no IVs, no nothing! Just resting at home!
Two days later, Aunt Bridget (who is honorable Godmother-to-be) came to visit on a quick jaunt from school. This little guy is super calm and peaceful, secure in the knowledge that he made his entrance with enough drama to rest on his laurels from now on!
Such gratitude here for all that God gives. Who would have known? Who could have predicted? Amazing.