a blog by CGD, October 12, 2011
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My alarm clock rings at 7 a.m. I roll over and grab my iPhone from my night table, almost in reflex at this point. The screen comes alive with several messages, one of them alerting me that I have a text waiting for me from my brother. I kind of expected this. My sister in law was due to be induced the night before, I figured he was telling me that they were at the hospital or something like that. But, the text actually informs me that the baby was born at 4:15 a.m. — a healthy baby boy and that my sister in law went into labor a few hours before she was scheduled to be induced.
I look around for my husband — he is in the shower. I am not sure what to do with myself or what I am supposed to feel, so I text a few things to my brother, getting some miscellaneous details about the baby and the birth, more out of a sense of obligation than true concern or curiosity. Weight, labor details, how my sister-in-law is doing — all the questions you are supposed to ask.