a note on some new arrivals
please forgive me for what’s turning out to be an inability to contain my joy over my sister’s upcoming wedding. the level of schmaltz is at an all-time high leading up to this weekend and i can’t quite cap it.
one of the happiest narratives coming out of the whole thing is that my sister’s best friends (the wife of the pair being one of her bridesmaids) had their baby. a month early, healthy and as cute as can be, henry hyde made his debut in denver last weekend. we were all wondering if the little guy and his parents would be making the trip to the mountains to celebrate. elizabeth made sure to let kate know that there was no pressure to trek up here, that her comfort (and the baby’s comfort) were the top priority… and that we’d get our money’s worth out of that videographer.
but kate, being the sweet, chill girl (and, now, mother) that she is, got the clear from the doctor and made the call that it’s a go. it looks like the whole family will be here, including her parents who were invited as wedding guests long before they became grandparents. having little henry here will make the weekend extra special.
meanwhile, all the veteran mothers in the mix are in awe.
my own mother recalled how one week after elizabeth (her first) was born, she went out to support my dad who was co-chairing the black tie benefit for chicago’s north avenue day nursery at the drake hotel. she said she can’t remember anything - like what she wore - except the shock that she actually made it out of the apartment in one piece.
another little babe was born last weekend. two of pat’s closest friends from williams had their daughter, madeline. she was early, too. except at 25 weeks this is a very different story. getting the email from chris was heartbreaking, but it was impossible to miss the words conveying the joy and pride of new parenthood.
not knowing what to do, aside from sending our love towards the upenn nicu, i started googling mirco preemie clothing. i figured parents don’t plan for this and the baby clothes hanging in her nursery at home won’t fit for a long time. i can’t tell if it’s a good thing or a bad thing, but there’s not much in the way of preemie outfits. i realize she’ll be confined to the nicu for (most likely) months in her hospital issued gear, but i wanted something sweet for her, something special. i finally found a tiny oragnic cotton wrap shirt with pink stitching and it’s on its way to a very special little girl in philly.
these are the moments where - for a lack of a better description - life seems painfully and excitedly real. where your heart extends out way beyond where you are physically. on one hand, you hope that everything will be ok - and, on the other, you have to have faith in knowing that it will.