Dr. Rothbart: "Yeah, so this happened...shit."
Jason here. Thursday, Feb 11, 2010, 'round noonish, I was alerted whilst in acting class of an emergency phone call from Christy. An instant, gut sinking kind of notification. Over the speaker phone, I hear her wavering voice: "My water broke." We're only 24 weeks into the pregnancy. This is not a good thing. I jammed out of there and met her at the hospital. It's now four days later. Don't worry...everything's okay. Our soon-to-be, bouncin' baby boy Clark Otis Marsden remains in mommy's tummy, free of stress, heart beating away. Christy, right now, sits in her hospital bed, in her hospital home...cuz she'll be staying here til Clark is born...due date, June 4th, 2010.Thought we'd blog about this experience because, well, 1: We're gonna be here a while, good way to pass the time. 2: Great way to keep our pals up to date with the dete's. 3: Inspired by "Julie and Julia". And 4: Why the heck not. I apologize ahead of time for run-on sentences and misplaced punctuation.
Today is Valentine's Day. Christy and I shared some Mandarettes, facing one another on her bed. She's propped up, I'm sitting by her feet, our food is neatly arranged on her 1 1/2' x 3', adjustable, hospital bed-table. An electric candle, flickers a warm LED glow (no real flames allowed...or incense...Nazis!), accentuating the red, heart-shaped novelty lights I placed about for some insta-romance. Purple and wine colored Indian saris are draped strategically to soften the flourescent light and distract from the tubes, baby monitors, bio-waste containers and anti-bacterial gel dispensers. I've since brought many items from home to transform the 'putty' and 'really?' to 'warm' and 'cozy'. We share a bite of ginger rice and mu shu pork, our hands, periodically meeting in comfort and support. Besides Christy's father dying in our arms, these last four days have been the most challenging of our entire relationship...and we've never been more in love than we are right now.
I certainly hope you enjoy this blog. Please, join us as we chronicle the every day trials of a once super-active yogini, teacher, business owner, guru, and goddess, who is now remanded to a hospital bed for four months! There will be amazing stories ahead, like: What position did Christy sleep in last night?! How many times did she go to the bathroom in the past thirty minutes?! The nurse said whaaaat?! Jason Vs the Valet! Spinach and yams...again!? Late night, loud, garbage bin, bag replacement! And...the new game, "Where's Clark?!"
Expect short posts, long posts, fun, funny, emotion, pics, video and more! And the big finale...Clark Otis Marsden hisself! Please subscribe, comment, and check often!
You should not make a grown man cry at work. It just ain't proper. And what did it? I was considering what an impact it will have when Clark is old enough to read this. He's a lucky boy, that one. He's won the parent lottery.
ReplyDeleteMuch love and respect and appreciation to all three of you!
Thank you so much for sharing moment to moment what is going on in blog form!! You are an AMAZING family!! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxxooxoxoxoxox
ReplyDeleteAn amazing idea to blog about this.... sooo inspiring!!!! Thank you for sharing your journey.
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