Saturday, May 15, 2021

Meeting George

Jack and I flew to D.C. this week to meet George Jack, first child of Jack's daughter Abi, and first child of any of Jack's kids.  As babies tend to do, he completely charmed us.  We held him more than he needed to be held and took a million identical photos.  It was a good trip and hard to leave him, especially for Jack.  Abi and her boyfriend Ben are planning to move into Jack's 'old' house sometime this summer, so they will be close-by soon, but at this age even days seem like forever.  Abi's mom still refuses to get vaccinated, even knowing that she might not see her only grandchild until he is old enough for the vaccination, which could well be years away.  It is incomprehensible to me and very sad.

George is wearing silicone forms on  his ears because one of the baby-doctors concluded that his ear shape was not picture perfect (although George's parents couldn't see anything wrong with them) and these sci-fi forms are supposed to correct that.  They don't seem to bother him and are expected to come off before the next time we see him, so it will be like meeting him all over again.

We did nothing else on this trip; just flying and having to be in buildings with unknown strangers seemed risky enough.    Abi's mom had promised to get the vaccine and to be there during George's early weeks to help, but of course that didn't happen, so the kids have not had any help until now.   They've done a good job, as most new parents do, but for sure George's mommy and daddy (like most new mommys and daddys) are flat-out exhausted.  We spent each day with the baby, watching him so his parents could sleep.  Jack spent one over-night on the couch in his daughter's tiny apartment so that he could take over the night feedings, which was both exhausting and fulfilling for him.  I didn't hear from him until  nearly 11 am the next morning; clearly George has not yet figured out the day/night schedule of this new-to-him planet.  On the last day before we left, Jack pretty much forced them to unwrap (i.e. take the ribbon off and unfold)  the quilt I made and gave them on day one so he could get a picture, but they didn't look at it well enough to see that it had a heart pattern.  I was sorry that he felt he had to press the matter.   I did get a nice photo of the baby wrapped in his great aunt's quilt-gift, the first she ever made, by wrapping the baby in it myself and trying to explain how important it would be to her to feel that it was appreciated.   The young parents are too tired and overwhelmed, I think, to notice much of anything that isn't absolutely necessary right now.

I was glad to get home.