The coming of the baby

I’ve never waited for a baby to come before.  It’s a wierd experience, especially in the middle of the morning.  I’m tired, but excited.  The waiting room is a mix of families, some waiting for the same baby, some waiting for another.  We get periodic updates by the centimeter, and occasionally here yells from down the hall.  It’s just…amazing really.  We’re so proud of Christi.  She hasn’t taken any drugs.  She’s staying strong, even in the final stages where there’s apparently no break in the pain.  I don’t know that I could do it myself, but she should be proud.

What’s also funny is that the ill feelings we had earlier about certain people and situations are fading away the closer the baby comes.  It’s like the energy keeps building and filling the area, or maybe it’s just me.  Either way, I feel myself shifting to a more positive and loving place.  This is so crazy, and it’s not my kid.  How much more intense will this be when it is my kid?  wow…I’m just so filled right now.  Even though I’m tired, I feel great.

I think I could write a million times that this is amazing and never express it fully.  I don’t really have words for this experience, yet here I am typing anyway!  lol  Wow…I’m so glad we’re here, and we’re staying until the baby comes.  After all, tomorrow (aka later today) has to be spent cleaning, packing Carrie’s things, and doing lesson prep and grading.

I think I’m starting to understand now.  This is such a big deal for the grandparents because they’ve already experienced this excitement with their children.  Wow…just wow.