|Tidings of Wonder and Joy
||[Dec. 8th, 2003|11:28 pm]
When they called and said to us, "Go to Starbucks and hang out, and we'll call you in a little bit to come over. Whatever you do, don't go home." Ferrett and I glanced at each other with hope we dared not speak. We had just finished seeing Bubba Ho-Tep with some other friends, but Kat and Eric had cancelled out at the last, requesting that we call them after the movie since we were on their side of town anyway. Now, they weren't at home, and they were making calls from phone numbers we didn't recognize. There was tension in their voices, but not sadness.
And the hope we had for them we both choked on, didn't dare speak, that fear of hoping ourselves.
Starbucks kicked us out at 10, and just as Ferrett was trying to call them, Kat called me. They'd be home in about 15 minutes, could we meet them there? Sure, what was--
Gotta go, bye.
We waited outside their door, almost vibrating with the tension, until they drove up.
And we met Carolyn Maxwell Meyer, their adopted daughter, four days old and sleeping peacefully.
Kat and Eric at last are parents.
This has been a long, tortuous journey for two of the people most deserving a house filled with children's laughter. Agonizing years, hopes raised and dashed, grief so deep that at times they were two islands of it, unable to comfort each other. They have walked through fire for this moment, and the reward has been long in coming. The house filled with well-wishers and call after call was made as this perfect pink bundle slept peacefully, passed between half a dozen surrogate aunties.
But for the first time in her life, Kat had Momma priority, and claimed back her baby. Her own baby, hers and Eric's. Well-wishers drifted away in the lateness of the evening, but Carolyn will stay, in the quiet of the night. Slowly they will begin to believe that it isn't just a wonderful dream, and that they are really parents at last.
Sleep well, my dears. Blessings in your happy family.