On Friday morning, 12/05, the doctor said, “You’re healthy. Baby’s healthy. And no, he’s not coming early.” Mama worked, Papa Jason Hope worked, we went for a walk in the snow in the evening. We couldn’t wait to see all our friends and family at our shower the next day. We were relieved that we didn’t have to get up quite so early, as our childbirth class had been postponed, due to the snow, ’til the next weekend. Mama made a couple more additions to the pre-baby list.
On Saturday morning, 12/06, the Feast of St. Nicholas and the day of the Big Blizzard, Mama woke up at 1:30 am, feeling awfully odd. By 2:30, the on-call doctor said, “Call back in an hour.” By 3:30, she was packing and practicing breathing. In the dark and snow, Mama and Papa headed to the hospital, wondering what might come next…
Much to our surprise and happiness, into a snowy New York City came Milo Blue Richardson, lifted from Mama’s stomach with Papa right there, in the OR, at 5:42 pm, Saturday evening. He was 21.6 inches long, weighed 8.8 pounds, and spent four nights with Mama (and her 15-year-old roommate Evelisse, baby Tamiya and often, Evalisse’s 16-year-old boyfriend Carlos — a chapter in the novel, later) at St. Vincent’s Hospital, while the snow melted, dozens of residents came, examined, and left, and Mama’s fever was monitored.
New York Downtown Hospital: The Heartbeat of Lower Manhattan
Finally, yesterday, with Mama fever-free, Milo’s eyesight and hearing determined perfect, our little family got the release papers, alarm bands cut off, and headed home.