Then on Friday May 16, we were driving to Detroit Metro airport for a weekend trip to New York City (Jill's birthday present to David this year -- a long weekend getaway to all his favorite old haunts from his sabattical year in Manhattan). Just before we got on the I-94 Eastbound, our social worker from Hands called Jill's cellphone to say there had been a little mistake: A c-section was now scheduled for next Friday, May 23. Oops.
We went to New York anyhow, without even the benefit of adding baby names books to our luggage; we were practically already on the freeway. But we had good fun with an impromptu last-childless-weekend in New York, yelling baby names at each other across the table at every breakfast, lunch, and dinner stop. ("Rufus", "Agony", and "Santa" remain our favorites among those we didn't ultimately choose.) It didn't help that we didn't know whether Luke was going to be a boy or a girl, so we had to come up with twice as many possibilities!
Anyhow, we had big fun in Manhattan that weekend. (Highlights: the Patrick Stewart production of Macbeth, a terrific Endgame at the Brooklyn Academy of Music, and bizarre grilled tofu skin stuffed with fermented soybean and served with some shockingly-flavorful Japanese mustard at Yakitori Totto.) We got back
home late Monday night, and then Jill had a night meeting that went past midnight on Tuesday. So we had two days left to get ready for Lucas, who was born that Friday morning (and named early the same afternoon.....).In the end we wouldn't have had it any other way: Who needs all the stuff you end up buying, and all the deliberations you end up entertaining, when you have 8 months' warning before your baby is born? Nobody, as long as you have lots of cool hand-me-downs from friends and relatives (even if they don't quite fit perfectly; see above).
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