Processing the Process

Today is a day I'll remember forever. One of those firsts that you tell your kids about; and I'll be telling one of our kids about it for very special reasons. Today is the day that I met Asher's birthmama for the first time. Let me tell you, she is gorgeous and funny and opinionated and outspoken and very, very brave. My mom would refer to her as "a little spitfire," which she has been known to call me, too. Maybe that's why C and I got along so well. There are so many things that I learned about C today---many of which I will save for my son and tell him when the time is right. Some things I learned were painful to hear and some were just fun details. I learned that he has been kicking hard for many months, even waking her up at night! She warned me that we should watch out since he likely has her personality :). I found out that she loves buffalo wings and french fries as she ordered both today at lunch---with extra blue cheese dressing. Her teenaged daughter is giving her some trouble, mostly with the clothing she chooses and "talking back." She is "15 going on 30." Her 10 year old daughter is the perceptive one and is getting a bike for her birthday. The three younger boys are a handful---always want to be outside and very physically active :). I gave her the necklace that matches the one I am wearing right now. C immediately put it on and gave me a hug, and we talked about it's symbolism. She reiterated to me her desire to have me in the delivery room (!) and that while she wants to hold the baby and have at least a few pictures with him, he is ours. She wants US to be the ones that bond with him immediately. I will pick her up and take her to her doctor's appointment this Friday at which point these two unlikely new friends will beg the poor man to induce her labor. (yes, I know the risks and down side to that, but there are reasons I'm not sharing with all y'all that this would be a good thing!) If he resists our attempted coercion, I will get to take her and the kids to lunch and maybe the park on Saturday. Mitch arrives on Sunday and I can't wait to joyfully introduce him to my new friend.

There is much more. I am still processing and feeling a bit drained emotionally. Some of the "more" will come out later, but some will be reserved only for my precious baby. For now this "little spitfire" is so grateful to have met another and blessed that our lives will forever be linked through Asher.