Archives for January 2008

No update

January 22, 2008 by Alison Hodgson 3 Comments

That’s the update.

Last night I asked David to call me if the went to the hospital before ten. When we got up this morning we all wondered if they were at the hospital or home sleeping in. I waited until 10:30 to call Torey. She answered.

Bother.

I still think it’s going to be today.

As always, I’ll keep you posted.

Come on, P-twoty.

No Promises…

January 21, 2008 by Alison Hodgson 2 Comments

but there is a pink princess backpack and its owner here for the foreseeable future. Torey’s midwife said this afternoon, “I would be REALLY surprised if you didn’t have that baby tonight or tomorrow.”

Of course, Torey COULD be making that up just to get me to take her kid for the night.

I’ll keep you posted.

A Question:

January 21, 2008 by Alison Hodgson 3 Comments

Did any of you use the term, “Lucky Dog!” (as a child) when expressing, excitement and admiration, but mainly envy?

It was big in the Wolfe house.

I don’t use it often now that I am an adult, but occasionally it springs to mind.

I just asked Lydia if she is familiar with the term and she just squinted and blinked. “I say Lucky Duck.”

Was Lucky Dog used universally in the 70’s? Only in the Midwest? Or was it exclusive to the shag carpeted and wood paneled basement of 920 Sparrow?

Do tell.

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

January 21, 2008 by Alison Hodgson 4 Comments

Try 5 degrees with a wind chill of 75 below (or something very cold) at the normal time we walk Jackie Boy. Last night Paul looked at the weather and said, “Not gonna do it.”

Of course he doesn’t take Jack to work with him. That’s my privilege.

We should be starting school in nine minutes, but I don’t know if I can. I have been up since 5:00 but I didn’t bounce out of bed, it was more of a slither. I snuggled under a quilt on the couch and did a little writing. Paul came out a little before six. “So this is it?” He asked. I got up and ran back to bed. I have been here pretty much since. That is not the good makings of a Monday morning.

The kids are wanting to observe Martin Luther King’s birthday by watching videos and playing Wii. I can see their point.

Am now going to shut this and spring out of bed like a daisy or a bunny…maybe a puma.

I’ll let you know.

It goes without saying – but I will say it – no baby, although Torey sent me an e-mail a little after midnight saying, “I think I’m going to have her today” and, according to Ren, God says this is it too.

Isn’t Monday’s Child fair of face? That works.

Guess what day I was born.

Waiting

January 19, 2008 by Alison Hodgson 3 Comments

Every time the phone rings I run for it. Even when my sister is at my house. I haven’t felt this…I don’t really know what verb to use…”tied” doesn’t convey it, nor does “controlled”. I’ll start over: every phone call hasn’t seemed this important since my dad was dying.

Side note: If there is anyone in your life who has a loved one seriously ill, do call them, but know that the ringing phone causes a rush of adrenaline and a sense that your life hangs in the balance. Don’t call early in the morning.

All that to say that Torey has NOT had her baby. She is officially one day overdue.

This past Monday Paul flew off for Argentina, the same day Torey was going to be induced. I was a wee bit concerned as the plan has been that I would take my niece, Ren, when Torey went into labor. But I am trying this new thing that is actually an old thing, which is to trust God. I prayed that I wouldn’t take on more than I could handle, but that I would have the strength to love and serve my family, nuclear and extended.

Paul is flying home today and will be here for a little bit, but there is still more travel on the near horizon. We all know that P2 will be born when it is time, whenever that is, and I am still praying that I am able to help.

Last night Torey’s family came over and we ordered pizza. I offered to keep Ren overnight if they got her tucked in. We did prayer time together on my bed with all the kids. Ren opened with an extremely long prayer, just when we thought she might be winding down she said, “It’s taking for a long time for P2 to be born! When is she coming?”

Then she was quiet and listened. “He says 25!”

Torey gasped.

Ren reconsidered, “I think God might be teasing me.” She listened again, “He says 21.”

We determined it was Monday and decided that was fine.

I’ll keep you posted.