On Thursday, when we left for Saskatoon, Jasmina was dilated 3 cm. I gave David every possible phone number, but nothing much happened. Not on Friday, nor on Saturday. Then, on Sunday, an e-mail… “She’s being induced, contractions are closer and closer.” John managed to put up with me asking him to check his cell phone every 100 kilometers (or 50?) to see if he had a text. I actually imagined how I would write the news on this blog… “Somewhere on the expanse of highway where puffy clouds cast shadows like dalmatian spots across waterlogged fields; somewhere in the distance between an old barn left to owls and mice, and a new barn in red; where silver-grey silos stood in a row, David sent us a text…” Driving for eight hours can make you a little crazy… a little poetic. I think the two are synonymous.
But the text didn’t come, until that evening. “Finally, it was on a stretch of highway between Brandon and Winnipeg where the setting sun behind us blended grass, trees and sprouting crops into a sea of green under a sky of blue with clouds that looked like paintbrush-strokes of purple that David’s text arrived: ‘We have a baby girl Genevieve 7 lbs 11 born at 8:28 pm.’” We’re so, so happy for them! And, Marie-Hélène can’t wait to meet her new best friend.
