Around 4 AM on July 19, Betsey’s water broke. Or membranes ruptured, whatever your preference. No matter what you call it, she wasn’t really sure if it had happened or not, so we paid Lisa an early visit at the clinic. Sure enough, Betsey was ruptured, which meant that, come hell or high water, in less than 24 hours we would be certified parents responsible for the development of a human life.
Heavy stuff… so we went out for pancakes. They weren’t the famous Tupelo Honey apple-granola pancakes, but blueberry-granola was a close 2nd, so we were pretty happy all around.
And then we went home and vacuumed. And played with Molly. And found the Hendersons and let them know what was going on. And Gerry happened by and we let him know as well. And we made sure the iPud was charged. And the camera, and the phones. And Betsey saidAnd Michael debated whether or not he should dress up or wear clothing that could be stained without worry. Clothing is replaceable, but your firstborn only gets firstborn once, so he dressed up for the occasion (at least as dressed up as a former grad student can dress up).
And then its noon and its time to go to the hospital. This is the first time that Michael has seen the visitor parking lot full (of course), but the guard waves them into employee parking (Betsey still has a Mission Hospital sticker on her car). And they gather up Betsey’s clothes and such, and her yoga ball, and walk through the doors. Keep this image in mind because they’re both aware that, next time they leave this building, they will be parents.
Heavy stuff.
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