A little hope.

Today, I picked up the phone and called the hospital. T. had gone in on the 4th to be induced. 37 weeks was long enough and they scheduled the induction a long time ago. She answered in a tired voice and I asked, "So, are you all, all right?" "Yes,” she said and the dialogue began. We have a girl, born yesterday, I'm tired and she's under the lights. I was scared, it was scary, she said. Her heartbeat kept dropping, my water broke, they were pushing fluid back in. They thought maybe it was a cord issue and the cord needed fluid around it to move. I finally dilated and it was quick once that happened. I asked although I already knew, "what's her name?" "Drew," she said. Tears flowed freely down my face. I tried to keep the upbeat voice I knew she needed to hear. "Congratulations, T., I am really happy for you, really!" T. Has had the hard struggle we have. Her only full term child, Andrew, was born still last year. Now, his sister will carry his name, of sorts!

I told T., I knew she needed rest, I would be talking to her soon as I need a measurement so as to send her a gift. She doesn't read this so I can say; I ordered a sling, from Hip Melon. I ordered the Carry On My Wayward Son sling. I figure, this is a gift of many sorts, it is a reminder of Andrew, it's for Drew to be carried in as though her brother were carrying her and it's a gift for T. who knows what our path is like. Anyhow, I hung up the phone and sobbed uncontrollably for 3 minutes and then I sighed a sigh of relief. I didn't know how stressful it could be to wait for someone else’s child to come into the world.

Welcome, Drew to this new world, your siblings that are here with you will take good care of you along with of course your parents. Your brother in Heaven will walk you through life and help guide you. I am so happy you made it, so very happy, I cannot wait to meet you!