Tuesday July 17, 2007
One good news, one not-so-good.
First, the Good News!
The really great news is that my cousin, the one who is 6 weeks to the hour younger than me, became a dad last Friday. He and his wife gave birth to a baby boy, with a long, mostly French name. I think it is De’von, except that I don’t know where the little accent mark goes (and I can’t read my writing very well where I wrote it down. lol) She ended up with am emergency c-section, but everybody is doing well last we heard. (They live in France, so there isn’t the level of communication between everybody that I wish there was). She is a few years older than me and I gather that the pregnancy wasn’t easy on her, so I am sure she is very glad to be holding her babe in arms. Pregnancy is so much more work when you aren’t in your 20s. lol. I am so excited for them.
They were here last year (probably around the time of conception, vaguely) and seemed like the sweetest couple. Her English was shaky (but a whole lot better than my French, that is for sure) so most of our conversations were heavily supported through my cousin. I don’t know any French (beyond food and counting) so she was the one who had to do all the work. (I felt like the lamest American right then, the lack of second languages as a norm is just horrible, but I have a terrible time learning other languages…have no ear for it at all). She just seemed like the neatest person and I wished we could have had more time together. He seems to be very much his father’s son, very laid back and go with the flow type. That is one lucky little baby.
On the not-great-news front
Zach has been trying to get a hold of his dad the last few days to let them know the shirts he sent as a birthday present had arrived. Today he found out, from his dad’s administrative assistant, that he was in the hospital with appendicitis. Would have been nice if somebody would have let us know. We still don’t know what is going on, but are going to try and get a hold of his brother to see if he knows anything.
eta: talked to Zach’s brother and their dad is doing fine. He started feeling bad Friday night, went to the ER Saturday AM and his appendix burst while they were doing the exam. He was in surgery for 5ish hours, but is recovering well. He isn’t up to talking to people though, so we aren’t likely to hear from him and he isn’t taking calls right now. The brother is technically Zach’s half brother, from the second marriage. They share a dad, but his mom is dh’s step mom, which is probably why they all know and we don’t. I am still fairly ticked off that she didn’t let us know what was happening, but at least somebody is communicating with us.
On the no-news front
Still no word on the job. *sigh*
Ah… family drama. We have our share of it around here too….
Nice that there’s a new addition to your family
That was kind of not nice of them not to call–my DH’s family is FAMOUS for that, and it totally drives me nuts. But in the spirit of what goes around comes around, I should say that when my DH had his appendix taken out, it was such a fast thing that it was only by the grace of God that I got a spare five minutes to call his parents in California to tell them their son was getting ready to undergo surgery!! And his brother and sister totally found out after the fact, because I couldn’t deal with calling them, too.
Anyway, glad he is on the mend. He’ll be sore for a few days, and on antibiotics because of the rupture, but otherwise, he should be back to normal soon.
Congratulations to your cousin! I’m glad all ended well.
I’m glad your FIL is no worse for wear. The men in our families are notorious for not passing along info. The women have to pick up the slack.
I am not particularly upset she didn’t call that day. I know how overwhelming emergencies like that are. I am, however, a bit upset that dh didn’t find out until 4 days later, and it was by accident that we found out. THAT is what ticks me off. There was plenty of time to call after the rush of the initial emergency. She found time to let HER kids know, so she obviously knew it was appropriate to tell the kids that their dad is in the hospital. She STILL hasn’t called us either.