Here we go again
A year ago today, Charlie took a ride. Paul and I drove him home from the hospital, one of us driving, the other sitting in the back staring very hard, unblinking, at the baby in the car seat, aiming "please survive" rays directly at his downy head.
After five long hours, during which time I pumped twice in the back seat, we were home. It was an emotional homecoming — not only were we home at last with a baby, our baby, but our friends inside the computer had given him a welcome that brought me to tears. In fact, it still does.
That online shower, the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me, was masterminded by Boulder. Boulder, like so many of us, is trying, in her words, "to have a damn baby."
I want to help.
Once again, I'm making a quilt. This is a quilt I began while I was still pregnant with Charlie. I haven't touched it since, but it's long past time I finished. It represents hours and hours and hours of work and thought, as each patch has been individually chosen for color and value. The finished quilt will have over 1,000 pieces in it. It is, I tell people, the quilt of my soul, and you can see a quick preview. I'll be raffling it off here once it's complete, with proceeds to go to Boulder's surrogate fund.
If you'd like a chance to win, you can sign up here. Chances will go for $5 each.
I am lucky, unutterably lucky, that Charlie came home, that he's grown and thrived, that he's gone from a sleepy five-pound blob to a happy giant who likes to play in the snow. I want that for all of us. I want it for Boulder.