As Life Shifts in an Instant…A Force to be Reckoned with Emerges in the midst of a Hurricane
Bonjour, good people! This morning is the morning after hurricane Sandy smashed into the eastern shore board, tearing paths of wind, scattering downed trees and flooding streets, tunnels, homes and rivers along her path. How life changes in an instant, we are humbly reminded. And how ours has changed in an instant as well! Well, I suppose an instant has transformed itself into something more like four and a half months… but none-the-less! An instant! We had quite the rambunctious summer, our home filled with a continual flow of people we love so dearly coming to visit from near and far. There was the laughter of two little girls and their mama from New York City, the long walks with a friend from Berkley, the day-long thrifting affairs and hours-long tea and coffee breaks at the kitchen table with a soul-mate from Sweden, country adventures for her birthday with a delightful sister and friends, long swims in the cool springs that run from the West Virginia mountains with girlfriends from New York, and a county fair introduction to friends again from New York, via Malaysia and Taiwan. Boy, did we have quite the summer of hosting loved ones and touring the Shenandoah Valley, near and far. But amidst all of the delight of summer-time visitors, we also embarked on our own little adventure…one so unknown and so sweet in its mystery that we kept it a secret all to ourselves for a few weeks, to savor and ponder the thought that we might invite another into our home.
It wouldn’t be long before we would spread the whisper to loved ones, calling 94 year old grandma and sister and girlfriend and brother, and not much longer before we would declare it with glee. Now, at 20 weeks, the half-way point, it has settled deep into both of our bones and our realities, and we feel ourselves shifting into the coming season of life. And in the midst of a hurricane, we made the arduous trip up to our midwives to discover our little girl, kicking, swirling, and turning, making herself known to the world. Little Girl! Ah, the delight. I’m not sure which was more delightful–the ultrasound images or Jason’s face!
The image below is difficult to see clearly, but more than the image is the striking reality that this tiny 12 ounces of life is a force to be reckoned with in her own right–she would not slow down enough to catch most of the images the midwife needed! This image captures her, fists clenched, like most babies en utero…something I could not convince her father was normal no matter how much I tried, as he’s determined to believe that it’s the sign of the Fightin’ Irish, something he regularly attributes to my spirit (despite the fact that my Irish heritage is only 1/4, much less than my namesake would betray). Jason’s diagnosis: she has his nose, my lips, his feet, and my hands. Wow, a lot of information to draw from a tiny, indescript image! But I suppose a father has his intuition… And so the slow, steady race towards the next season of life continues, as it always does, as it always has.
And finally, here are a few of the pregnancy progression images, in crappy phone photographs…gotta love ’em, quick and pixelated they may be!