Switch

I should be updating the books and send the necessary reports to the accountant, but...

My very dear friend of 1,000 years (ok, not that long, at least since the awkward teen years) is about to give birth any day now. Whether the little one decides to come on her own or A is induced, she is coming. As it is already 3 days past her due date, we are worried. And she is high risk.

A was also there when Cerina and Nadia were removed from the ventilators. She is a godmother to Cerina. I didn't tell her before got on the plane, nor the night before when she got into town, but after she arrived at the hospital did I finally tell her that the girls weren't going to make it. It was heartbreaking. We had looked forward to this for a long time.

Afterward, she called people to tell them, people I hadn't spoken with in a while. She called the funeral home and the cemetery. She helped me make sense of things when we got home.

Truthfully, and she knows this, I had a really hard time with her being pregnant when I first heard. Ok, up until two months ago. Who am I kidding? But right now it seems that a switch has gone off. I'm worried when she's worried. I'm happy when she's happy. She is truly an advocate for her and her baby's care, something that I wasn't but now will be. Goodness, it is difficult enough dealing with my own issues (down there) that I shouldn't add more weight to my heart. This IS a happy moment, even if it's not happening to me.

So A, I am looking forward to welcoming Miss L into the world. I love you.