Thursday, September 19, 2013
The earth went around the sun ten times: Coen
"Any chance you're pregnant?" The nurse asked me.
"Absolutely not." I said. I was using birth control. I had returned from the Peace Corps only eight months prior. Tad had just moved back to Milwaukee. We were in love and just finally in the same country again. Both of us making roughly $12 an hour. Things were in flux.
That night, Tad and I watched a movie, trying to calm my nerves before my operation. Then the phone rang. I picked up. It was my ear surgeon.
"Alie." He said. "I am sorry but I can't do surgery on you tomorrow."
"What?!! Why?" I said in alarm.
I fell to my knees.
After I got of the phone, Tad joined me on the floor, next to the phone. I looked up at him.
The rest, as they say, is history.
Well, we called my parents for council and they came over and talked us through our panic, our alarm, our shock. And they left telling us they would support whatever we chose to do. I am not ready for this. I kept saying in my head. But I looked at Tad who was remarkably calm and assured.
"We would have done this eventually." he said with a wry smile.
I called my parents back.
"Congratulations." I said. "You're going to be grandparents."
And ten years later, I have this boy. He is sensitive and wise and hilarious. He can sing perfectly on pitch and hit a home run in one swing and draw the most amazing pictures that come from his own mind.
He spontaneously grabs my arm and kisses it, looking up at me with his warm, hazel eyes, saying "love." He changed my whole life around in the one, tiny, unexpected spark of his existence and I am so glad he did.
Coen. Happy birthday. This kid was meant to be, and I believe he'll make his mark on this world.