What a day. Jason called about 4:00 p.m. and said, “Well it looks like it is time.” After enduring increasingly intense contractions, Tommie made her doctor’s appointment about 3:30 p.m. They wheeled her over to the Labor & Delivery floor at Children’s.
Patty had just begun a long procedure at work and would not be able to leave early. We left the house about 5:30 p.m. just sure we would miss Max’s arrival. We called Tommie. Patty did not want to think about missing Tommie’s first. In this instance it was daughter consoling mother. “He is not here yet Mom.”
Every time my phone would register an email or text message I thought, “Does that mean he is here?” We made it through traffic without any indication we would be late. Once parked we made our way around an all too familiar hospital. Seventeen months ago we spent about a month waiting on Cohen to be “set free.”
We weaved our way around the 4th floor toward the room. Once there we found Tommie, Jason, Kimberly, Mom, and Marge. No Max. We made it. After about thirty minutes Dr. Nightingale said Tommie was ready. That was my cue to join Dad, Craig, and Cohen in the waiting room.
About an hour and a half later we heard the news. Max arrived safely. Tommie was great. We waited for the vitals. Once we heard 7 lb. 2 oz., Dad remarked that it would be easy to remember. Cohen weighed 2 lb. 7 oz. We would just need to reverse the numbers. Just a shade more than 20 inches, Max trooped through the nurse’s evaluation.
Now the fun. What was once two is now three. What fun they will have. What fun we will have. Cohen was wearing his Bat Man T-shirt. He was waiting on his Robin. There is little doubt these two will be great fun along the way.