Cassie went into labor yesterday. Myk called at about 6:30 wondering at what point they should go to the hospital. Her contractions were 9 minutes apart. I told him when it is like 5, or the water breaks, or there is too much pain. He called again at 7 and said please come. Her contractions had jumped to every couple of minutes. Off I went to pick them up and take them to the hospital. Every slowpoke must have been ahead of me. But I made it and we made it to the hospital about 7:45. They took her right up to maternity and did all the things they do. Connor Gene was born at 10:05 p.m. weighing in at 7 lb 3 oz and is 18 inches long. He was so mad at being born that there was no question about his lungs working. I absolutely appreciated Cassie allowing me to be part of the process. I looked at it like if she follows through with her plan of giving him up for adoption it may be the only chance I get to see him. And we won't know for a while yet if he is Myk's or not. Either way he is just perfect.
If Cassie follows through with the adoption in the real world and it turns out to be Myk's, the grief process begins. I had told Myk we would take him if he was related to us, especially to avoid that process. I think Myk would rather risk disappointing us than pissing off Cassie. It is their choice. But they aren't the only ones who lose something. And they both seem to think they will be all involved in that baby's life. That doesn't happen. And even if it did. The adoptive parents never said oh and we'll let the grandparents still be grandparents. Their great great happiness comes at the expense of loss for our whole family.
So thank you Cassie for giving your mom and I a chance to be part of the miracle of your boy. And thanks for the time we got to have before he moves to another family. And thanks for not making us share that time with the people who are so happy while we grieve. We have a good memory.
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