Here he is, my new great-nephew:
He weighed in at 7lb 5oz. He’s supposed to be three weeks
early, but there was some confusion about the dates. Jenni had a tough time,
and needed blood.
His name is Emmett Kelley L. My sister reminded me, when she
phoned with the news, that that is (apart from the “e” in “Kelley”) the name of
a famous American “sad”
clown. I wonder if Theo and Jenni know – I think “Emmett” was chosen
because they like it, and “Kelley” for family associations. But it’s more than
a bit like naming your little boy Charlie Chaplin. There’s still time for a
re-think.
So I must get back to the Hansel. Nothing yesterday, except
that Vampire II advanced towards the toe, which I might even reach today.
Non-knit (and Comments)
Good question, Weavinfool. My husband’s goal is undoubtedly
to come home to his familiar squalor and his cat. I and others are wondering,
is this going to be possible? If he goes into care, the last months – however many
they prove to be – of our 60-year marriage will be spent in rage and grief. We’ve
got to do better than that.
Skeindalous, thank you for that interesting information about
Caesarian sections. I’ve done a bit more looking, and find I am right in
remembering that Caesar’s mother survived his birth by many years. It is
therefore very unlikely that he was born that way, although one never knows.
What joyful news. Every drop of joy is needed right now, I imagine. And the birth of a healthy baby is more than a drop, more like a waterfall. (Although my sympathies to Jenni for her difficult delivery.) Chloe
ReplyDeleteAnother beautiful addition to your family! A blessing, for sure.
ReplyDeleteWhat a gorgeous little face Emmett has! Oh, he looks highly intelligent! It's okay to have a vintage clown name (I know that face).
ReplyDeleteNo, you will not go to the finish line with rage and grief as company. Thank God we can't always conceive of our options. Take heart, good Jean.
A beautiful lttle one to brighten everyone's lives although my sympathy to Mum having had a similar journey 41 years ago with my only one. Hopefully, Jean, something can be sorted out for you husband-maybe a suitable care home can be found that he could come to enjoy. Take care of yourself too. Catriona
ReplyDeleteOh, those C-Section babies look so perfect! Sweet. I always think of Robert Emmett, Irish orator. Then, I'm a history geek and know nothing of clowns. Jean we'll all envision something more than rage and grief. Grief will be there, but the rage makes it so hard. Pleased you have your current project moving onto the fun part.
ReplyDeleteJean, my heart aches for you. The emotions and thoughts you describe are unhappily familiar to me as I lost my husband of 44 years in June of last year. I can say from that experience that knitting will help. My daughter has often commented that my knitting got me through those difficult months. The Mileses are often in my prayers.
ReplyDeleteSending strength and many firm hugs. Keep your pecker up.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on the wee one. My dad came home unable to even transfer. They had home care for a portion of every day and had to use a lift to move him. It was hard but ultimately pretty peaceful. My mom was much happier with this than when he was in a home. Hopefully you will find the same. Wishing you the best.
ReplyDeleteEmmett is extremely cute, and I love his name. Nobody needs to know his middle name if he finds it troublesome.
ReplyDeleteI feel so sad, though, about your husband. But maybe with enough help and equipment, he could come home.
When my very dear mother-in-law was your husband's age, we had a wonderful carer M-F 8-4. Then my husband and his brothers took turns going over after work and on weekends and sleeping there. It was difficult. But the situation was made somewhat manageable by the facts that she could walk, however slowly, the length of the house, and she weighed only 80 pounds. She resisted the carer at first, but over the two years they spent together, they became very dear friends. I hope that you, the social workers, and your children can come up with a similarly acceptable plan.
I think the grief you mention is almost inevitable. Something that was good, or at least familiar, may be coming to an end. But I really hope the plan will not engender rage. What a waste of time that would be at this point.
Hugs, Jean.
Beverly in NJ
Great fear so often translates as great rage. I hope the care team can find a way to ease the fears in any transitions that must be made.
ReplyDeleteEmmett is a beautiful baby! I hope the thought of him brings you all some comfort and encouragement,
I have vague memories from childhood of seeing the aforementioned clown with the Ringling Bros. Circus under the Big-top. Your sweet Emmett is much handsomer! Hope his mom is healing well.
ReplyDeleteAs you can tell, Jean, your knitting friends are sending you many heartfelt prayers and good thoughts - take care of yourself, and other matters will take care of themselves.
Fortunately, little Emmett's last name is not Kelly, and the middle name is likely to be merely initial K. or ignored entirely. Comparatively few people use all three names all the time.
DeleteI firmly demand of the universe that your husband heal well and become as near to his old self as possible.
Oh Emmett! I have a 2-year-old grandson named Emmett William. William is for his uncle, my son, who was and is incredibly pleased that his nephew shares the name with him.
ReplyDeleteWe had named my oldest son David Owen and with a last name starting with 'C', we were told he'd beamed fun of since his initials would be DOC. Never happened, and now, after many career changes, he's a paramedic, so a sort of Doc. It works.
I hope your husband can come home since that is where he wants to be, but only if there's enough support for you. My uncle, who spent nearly all of his last years living with my sister, developed pneumonia and was taken to the hospital. When he was told he'd need to go to a nursing home, he flatly refused to entertain any such notion, and died the following day, partly, I think, out of sheer cussedness, of which he had far more than his share.