Thursday, September 13, 2007

A Birth Story, Finishing Touches

On Saturday morning Clare had her hearing test. They insisted on doing this in the nursery and we relented. Jay went with her to the nursery and stood outside while they did the test (which took longer than normal because she kept tearing the sensors off of her head). I took a short nap and then walked down to see what was going on. As I was standing in the nursery window watching my twice-as-big-as-the-other-babies baby in my pajamas, I saw the other of my two favorite doctors from my practice.

"Hey!" he said, "What're you doing here?"

I thought he was being funny so I said, "Watching my kid's hearing test. What're you doing here?"

"Oh!" he said, "You had the baby?"

"Yeah! Yesterday at 12:56! Can I go home after lunch?"

"Oh! I thought maybe you were just here looking at the babies, hoping for some inspiration!"

Had I been in a less chipper mood I might have said, "Yeah, because I always come to the hospital nursery at 9:00 a.m. on Saturday in my pajamas!" But I didn't, I just asked again if I could go home after lunch.

He asked about pain--I said I was fine. He asked about bleeding--I said it was normal. He asked if I wanted any prescriptions--I said that I didn't. This was quite the departure from my doctor in Chicago who felt the need to poke, prod, and otherwise inspect before giving me the OK to go home. This time the doctor just congratulated me, laughed and patted Jay on the back when I told him that natural induction had done the job, and went to write a discharge order. We were home by 2:00 p.m. My mom had kicked out all of the family that had been there (except for my dad) and we settled in.

A note about her name:
Both Elizabeth and Clare were on my short list of names. Jay had no short list, so I kept nagging him to look at mine. One day at lunch he relented and said that he liked Clare.

I had a friend in seminary named Clare and I always liked that spelling better than the French version, 'Claire,' mostly for aesthetic reasons. Also, Clare is the English version. Since we knew we were going to use Elizabeth (very English), we decided that it would be nice to use the English version of Clare as well.

Elizabeth was pretty much a given. It's my middle name and my grandmother's name.

Several days after she was born my friend Jason called me from the road. I told him her name and the spelling of Clare. "Oh," he said, "like St. Francis and Clare." (Jason's a former Franciscan brother, so he'd know).

"Sure," I said, clueless..."Whatever you say."

After a little research I discovered that St. Clare was one of the first followers of St. Francis of Assisi, that there is an order of Saint Clare in Memphis, and that our little Clare was born the during the novena for the Feast of St. Clare.

Howd'ya like that?

4 comments:

martha said...

Well, since you ask, I like it a whole lot!

Orangeblossoms said...

Oooh! Good story! Very good story. :)the orange blossoms.... and so does Clare.

Rev. Tiffany Steinwert said...

Gotta love the liturgical calendar!!

Christine said...

Dang! You win the prize!

I say that as if you really planned thought-through the whole thing ... :)