There was a lot to do to prepare for his arrival, so his birthday approached quickly. Wrap up our renovations. Close the cottage. Re-establish ourselves at home. Buy all of the things we need for a nursery. Wrap our heads around how our bad luck in the baby department could finally be changing after seven long years. Think about parenting and infant development.
The day of his birth, we finished packing a small suitcase of things that he may need at the hospital. It was strange and exciting looking at the various sized sleepers and onesies, and other items intended for a boy that would become our son.
We had been texting Carla a little bit all day, which started out with a message from her saying "today's the day you're gonna be parents!" Reading this was so incredible. She was so happy for us. We were so happy.
What a strong man, that in the midst of everything that was going on for him and his daughter, that he could feel and express such beautiful sentiments to us.
He had to leave for work before the baby was going to be born. We asked if he was coming the next day to meet the baby, and he said he didn't think so. To our surprise, he did return and he gave us a card with a gift for the baby and a card. This was the message in card:
After a few long minutes, the nurse came in and told us the baby was here and doing fine.
It was time to give Carla some space, so we all moved back to the room next door. The nurses quickly ushered us up to the maternity floor with the other recovering moms.