So here’s the deal right? I hesitate to write this because I feel like the sheer act of typing it in to the text field may, in some deep superstitious way that we only really understand with our animal minds, jinx it and make it not happen but here goes anyway:
Tomorrow afternoon UltraGirl is scheduled to go in for a c-section which should result in the safe extraction of our good friend Voldemort. He will at long last have the opportunity to meet the dapper Nakamurasan who will be 2 days his elder, and the beautiful though not very awake yet girl who’s proud father we met briefly this afternoon and who’s name I do not recall.
He will also, according to Kristen share a birthday with our friend Jim as well as share the day [one month later] with his Aunt Heather. Of course he could decide to come naturally tonight [though he shows no signs of being so inclined], but if he doesn’t make it out in the next hour and 10 minutes all of the preceding birthday stuff will still be true.
So that’s all the news that is fit to print. Mommy is doing well, her cough finally subsiding a bit, but sh is a bummed that she won’t be able to partake of the hospital food for a couple of days yet. She’ll still get plenty of opportunities to eat it though because she’ll be in hospital for another 7 days starting tomorrow for a grand total of 10 days when all is said and done. I’m very glad that a c-section is a surgery covered by national health insurance.
Since I have no real news to report, I thought I’d show you the torture Tomoko has gone through with the meals she is served at the hospital:
Lunch:
Dinner:
Without a butler to dab at the corners of her dainty mouth while she eats, I don’t know how she stands it. (See above for the photographic evidence of the motivational backing for my theory that Tomoko is extending her cough on purpose ;P )
I just read Podcast 104 and it hit me- my grandson is really going to be here soon, maybe today. I have been relatively calm through all this, mostly, I think, because it hasn’t seemed quite real. I hear the Ultras discussing doctor’s visits and prenatal exercise and non stress tests. They talk about every intimate detail with a candor that surprises me and an ease that makes me a little envious. But it all seemed so far away.
But today was different. My heart took me there as I heard, felt and co-experienced the fear of the unknowns to come and the longing to see and hold this little boy so anticipated, so loved and longed for. I remember how I felt before UltraBob, my first, was born. I was far less prepared for the birth experience than UltraGirl; far less knowledgeable about episiotomies, breast care and quality of placenta. And I was scared. Actually, UltraBob, I do still remember the pain, but you are right; it pales next to the resulting miracle of life. After all, I did it three more times!
Okay, I just read the update, and it looks like it will be a few more days before baby Rufus makes his appearance. I was able to chat with the UltraFathertobe and lost a game of Scramble to him on FaceBook Games. The playing didn’t take long; the figuring out how to get to the place to play? Forever! I’m feeling a little more normal after little chats with three of my favorite sons on Skype. Maybe soon an update on my crazy busy life, but for now the spotlight remains on the parents to be. Love you guys, all three of you.
UltraMom
Tomoko is enjoying a delicious lunch as we speak. Her clinic is known for having really good food, and she is going to get to enjoy it a bit longer than we originally planned, though I don’t THINK she has done it on purpose.
Tomoko has a nasty cough and the doctor has decided to delay her c-section until Saturday afternoon assuming that the baby continues to be healthy. So far he seems to be doing great.
So that is where we are. If anyone sees MJ please ask her to send over a bit of that extra amniotic fluid she’s got.
Looks like I forgot to Give a pointer yesterday.
Tomoko is in the hospital tonight and she is scheduled to have a c-section at 3 if Volde doesn’t make a move before then. My strained back has moved to my shoulder and is a bit excruciating so I’ll refrain from writing more at the moment. Thanks to everyone for the well wishes, thoughts, and prayers; they mean a lot.
UltraCast 103 has arrived, and I’m too busy to say much about it, but rest assured it is a barn burner just like the rest of em. May we recommend wearing a seatbelt?
