We are in Jordan's room
with her good friend Monica who is a psychiatrist at Bellvue. She is also four months pregnant and is
excited to see Jordan’s twins. She’s
stopped by after her rounds and I am to go home with her that night. It's
a nice room by the river and we can see the water rushing around before the
impending hurricane.
Jordan looks tired to me and
a bit out of it. Later, in the photos, we will see how out of it and
tired she really was.
But as
we waited, Tess was brought in in her little plastic basket. They were
still checking Gigi. Tess had on a little undershirt and a small cotton hat on
her head. She was swaddled in a blanket that was tightly tucked under in
back. Jordan held her for the first time and checked her out-she was
perfect! While Jordan was doing this she started to throw up from the
anesthesia she had in the delivery room. Mattie, the nurse, was checking
on everything and she took Tess and put her back in the basket. Jordan was dry
heaving and eventually she stopped.
I asked Erica if she wants to
hold Jordan. She does, and as it turns out, Monica looked like an old
pro. Monica held Tess very comfortably and kept on chatting with us,
about babies, her new mother-in-law and how excited she was, the storm,
Bellevue, etc.
Around 9:30, I went with
Monica back to her apartment. She'd parked on the street so we had to
walk a few blocks to her Nissan. We got in and Monica drove from Cornell
to the upper West Side, and again found parking on the street. It was the
"storm" she explained to me. It was quiet because the hurricane
was supposed to land later on that night.
Monica's husband was traveling, so I
could sleep in her bedroom. "Are you sure?" I asked, not
wanting to intrude on her territory.
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