The birth of our second child has begun. It began almost nine months ago on a warm July day in a non-de-script medical office building in the suburbs of D.C. After having Jaxon, we had the choice of creating another person – one who could perhaps bring balance to the force, or at least give our son someone to share stories being raised by Lara and I.
The morning of the scheduled induction was both routine and strange. When Jaxon was born, it was a whirlwind. We didn’t expect to be admitted when Lara noticed a problem on Superbowl Sunday during the height of COVID. Today, Lara took an ridiculously expensive Uber to the Labor and Delivery ward of our hospital while I got Jaxon to daycare and got the house ready for what is to come.
Before she left, she spent time with Jaxon, who may not see her for a few days. This would be the longest time Lara and Jaxon have been apart, which makes me a little sad.
I’m not sad for myself but for them. Jaxon loves his momma. He’s possessive of her like any toddler. I recall Lara being concerned early on that Jaxon would gravitate to me. That may happen but not today. Mother and son have a special bond that’s different than I have and I’m sorry that they can’t be together. I’m not sure how he’ll react to not seeing her and events like his nightly going to bed routine.
As of 2:00p today, Lara is waiting for the fun to start. She’s on one of those “eviction drugs”. As medical words are like pig latin to me, I think she said Cervdil. She’s currently in good spirits and ready to eat before the next round.