Brenda called on 9/10 and said that the birthmom was in the ER. She was fine, being moved to maternity. In maternity, it was determined that she was in early labor. They slowed the contractions and put her on bed rest. Brenda said not to come yet because they thought they could delay things for up to 3 weeks.
On Sunday we headed out to church. I forgot my phone but it was no big deal because we were going to church and wouldn't have it on anyway. We got on the train that takes us to church. For some reason that train was running on a different line. We figured it out too late to get to church. We ran some other errands and at some point, I decided to check in with Brenda. I called her house and her daughter said she was at church. I almost didn't call her cell. When I did she answered "Where have you been? I've been trying to call you for 2 hours. I'm holding your baby!"
We tried to get plane tickets out of NYC for that evening. I just got lectures from the car service "Lady, you can't get there from this time of day. It'll take 2 hours in this traffic and an hour to get through security!" My dearest Vicki started looking for a private jet! She actually found one that would've worked, but I had already booked tickets for the following morning.
We got to the hospital at 3:30 Monday afternoon. The birthmom wanted to meet us. She wanted to make sure that we thoroughly understand that she loves him and that she wants him to have a good life. She wanted to make sure that we'd love him. Hannah was with us. She kept asking to see her baby brother.
We went to the nursery and we got to hold him. He's tiny. He was 5 pounds 3 ounces at birth. They gave us a room to have him all to ourselves. We've been with him ever since. He is working on gaining a little weight so that we can take him home from the hospital. The greatest friends in the world have stayed by Elijah's side until we could get here, baked me special cookies, run crazy errands, taken sweet pictures, arranged for a last minute sip-n-see, called, gathered loads of pre-loved baby things, brought food, cared for Hannah. I could go on and on. We are so blessed!
Pictures are on facebook. I don't know how to get them here. My father-in-law finally joined the 21st century to see these awesome pictures. He'll be playing Fish Wrangler in no time. . . I'll keep you posted on when we leave and all the great party tricks I plan to teach this kid.