Mar. 12

It was summer and I got a phone call in the morning.  I remember sitting there by the window, morning sun streaming in, as you recounted this odd medical mystery, some type of uterine torsion.  There was a story and some strangeness with your bladder being blocked and in the end everything was going to be just fine and in the end, the truth was that you were early-pregnant.

And you were so surprised that I had not interjected sooner that, well, I was too, and here we were, and our due dates just days apart.

This was very fun for two friends and we would talk here and there and it was kind of like the twins that I had had before only this time it was our twins. Not real twins but friend twins.  And we saw each other that winter and laughed because I always did poke out so much more.  This was because of your "large cavity" you would say, gesturing to your fine, long abdomen.  The barely-showing one, while I was all belly.

Then there was the call on March 12 and this wonderful news about lovely Adam.  We chatted eagerly, one mama with babe in arms, one mama with swollen belly, and we giggled over ways and suggestions on how to get my baby in my arms, to get that labor going for the swollen belly.

Weeks later those babies would lay on the ground next to one another, in matching sleepers that we didn't know we had until we saw each other, and pictures would be taken.  We would talk late into the night which made no sense for four parents with babies and other little ones to boot but there would be no other option.  That was just how we did when we got together.

So I think of you today, my dear friend.  Just eight years ago that you brought your baby to the world just four days before mine arrived. 

It seems a lifetime too and there has been much pain in between. 

There are many things that I just don't get.

But for today... I remember you

in my dreams you sit

kitchen counter, cracking nuts

head thrown back, laughing

 

~ Maria