That you learn when your life is going to change. That you can pinpoint the moment your life will change. Yesterday, Cohiba and I got some of that news. February 27th, we already knew about – Wee One is coming.
We’re scheduling a cesarian section thanks to some problems in my hip, and on February 27th, she’ll be 39 weeks.
Now we know that, we check into the hospital at 5:30 am, begin surgery at 7:00, that she’ll be on me by 7:30 and I’ll be in recovery by 8:00 am. This is all barring any complications, of course.
I was trying to imagine how it’s going to feel at 4:30 that morning when I wake up. When Cohiba and I leave our apartment, alone for the last time. Last night I wondered if I would feel panic. Now I wonder that we might be ready, which sounds weird.
Ready to begin what we’re not ready for.