76. Serving Up Baby #3

My wife’s mother Susan had been visiting on this lovely Thursday afternoon, the day before Amar’s 3rd birthday.  Susan was taking her leave and already out to her car when Diana discovered her mother had left something behind.  Diana went hurriedly out after her.

Well, most likely this brought her to feel contractions and she was sure the baby was on its way.  Susan brought Diana back into the apartment and said to me, “Son, I do believe we have a situation here.  Looks like Diana is going into labor!”  

Immediately we scrambled to grab a few things for her and rushed out to our white Rambler so we would get to the emergency at St John’s Hospital; our go-to local hospital and fortunately just over a mile up the road.

Susan of course stayed back with her two grandchildren.  What good fortune that she was still there!  

As it all happened the contractions were noted as a false alarm.  There were more goings-on while I was downstairs at the Admissions desk.  The obstetrician who watched over Diana’s 3rd pregnancy was scheduled to leave on his vacation the very next day and therefore suggested to Diana to let him induce her labor.  

He felt she was close enough to her due date anyway.  I found this all out later on.  Now I was still filling out the paperwork when our 3rd child entered this world.  The admissions lady who was helping me with filling out said paperwork got a phone call.  

She hung up rather quickly and immediately said to me, “Congratulations!”  

‘What happened?’ I asked her, surprised.  She looked at me rather startled that I should ask, what?  Then she smiled and with a little laugh said, “Your wife just gave birth to a son!”  She then told me, as soon as we finished the documents I could go up to see them both.

It was actually a bit of a time before I was able to go up to the maternity floor.  ‘I’ve been blessed with another son!’ I thought to myself with this very warm and generous feeling in my heart, one of immense gratitude in fact as I made my way up to the nurse’s station for direction to my wife’s room.  

When I arrived at her room I paused in the doorway for a moment looking at Diana in the bed with a giant smile across her face.  She pointed to him and I walked over to give her a kiss first.  

Then over to feast my eyes upon the newest addition to our family.  He was swaddled up like a papoose and in his little baby bed near to Diana.  Another precious son with lots of hair was waiting to meet me.

I looked at her again and said, ‘So fast?’ and she laughed a bit weakly and then said, “He couldn’t wait, you’ll have to take it up with him.”  After the nurse clearly identified me as the father, she lifted him up and handed him to me.

I held him with great joy and kissed his forehead.  ‘Nice to meet you my son.’ After a few moments in adoration, I sensed I should hand him over to his mother.  I thought he probably wanted to be close to where he just came from.  Makes sense right?

We talked proudly for a little bit and then she had something else she wanted to tell me.  It was about the delivery and what happened before our son was actually born.  Diana relayed to me about the false alarm and then the induced labor process.  She continued the narration by telling me something quite disturbing.

Diana told me she had become a bit conscious even with the anesthesia, right in the middle of the delivery and while not really feeling any movement she heard the delivery room staff talking in a bit of a frantic tone and the doctor’s voice saying, “Let the mother go, save the baby!”  

I cannot begin to describe how that caused me to feel.  We shared some heartfelt words between us.  Then I told her I should be getting back to the kids.  “I’ve got to let mom know that you’re all right and that she’s been blessed with third grandson!’  I kissed the both of them again.  

Diana of course agreed and added, “And the kids need to know they have a new baby brother and that the both of us will be home soon!”  Still holding on to that gratitude and love, I said good night and with one final glance in their direction for the evening, I headed back home to my other two children and their grandmother Susan.

Celebration to be sure and especially in light of the close-call which I decided not to say anything to Susan; I thought it best to let Diana tell the events to her mother herself.  Susan was joyed and the kids showed their excitement.  

🍾 I opened a nice cold bottle of champagne, 🥂 frosted glasses for all four of us.

Susan and I toasted with the bubbly and the two kids with their ice cold chocolate 🥛 milk.  ‘I’ll take all of you to the hospital to meet them tomorrow.  And then we’ll name your baby brother!  Right now we will toast in happiness and gratitude.’

Susan stayed over that night.

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62. My Future is Smiling Bright as the Los Angeles Sun

That evening as the night became late with all the joy of the meeting, they drove me home to the motel.  Before leaving me, mom reassured me that they’d be resourceful and get me out of my current place.  

She wanted to help me get my own apartment and employment too and I know if she had her way she’d send me to school.  I should’ve listened to her more.  “Don’t you worry honey, everything is gonna work out just fine!”   

The days went forward and as I was not yet employed I stayed busy hanging around with Dave.  Doing fun things young guys would probably do, going here and there, hanging out at his home and getting fed real well by mom too!

Meanwhile Mrs. Elson was working her magic, connecting with people she knew wouldn’t mind helping her out with this new campaign of hers.  It seemed like all her efforts were about to pay off; just in her general bubbly attitude I guess I felt comforted enough to trust all is well.

In just over a week mom had a fantastic plan of action lined up for me.  She called me to say, today is the day!  Mom and Dave came to pick me up from the motel for the last time and took me to my new residence and place of employment.  

Mom was with me like a shadow when I went to the office to close my bill.  I lifted my wallet from my pocket to pay and she put her hand on top of mine and said, “No Parma, don’t worry, I’m taking care of this.”  And with that she paid my entire bill with a delighted smile.

They drove me to an apartment complex in Westwood Village and parked the car.  Mom had explained to me a little about what she came up with.  I would both live and work in the same place.  I would get my own furnished studio apartment and a small salary.  Well how convenient is that?

Mrs Elson introduced me to her associate, one of the owners of the premises.  We sat down and the basic interview began.  Mom sat quietly.  The lady told me this position was somewhat of a guardian/maintenance person.  I’d be responsible for keeping an eye on the residence.  The main concern was for the safety of the tenants and to keep the premises quiet.   

Mind you the majority of them were college students attending UCLA.  If there was light maintenance to do like replacing light bulbs, I could take care of it.  There was no worries of collecting rent, tending to rubbish or gardening.  There were regular people for all of those things including building maintenance.

I was to be primarily the owner’s eyes and there as a middle man, a young middle man to blend in between the residence and the owners.  But no I was not the official manager of the premises as I really had none of those duties.  A pretty great set up all in all I thought.

Before leaving me there, mom told me to call her everyday.  “Let me know how you are doing and if you should need anything.”  Dave and I would continue to visit one another mainly during the weekend as he knew I had to pay some attention to my new duties and I’m sure he had other things to do.  It was September and the fall term had commenced.

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