Over the weekend, my friend had a baby! She is one of the friends I mentioned here - the kind the you reconnect with in an awesome way when you become moms. Her son is a few months younger than Levi, and now she has a baby girl to add to the mix!
Yesterday, while Levi and Herb napped, I ducked out of the house to go give this new baby a squeeze. Momma and baby were still in the hospital - the Taj Mahal of birth hospitals around here, from what I understand. My lady doctor is in part of this building, but this was only the second time I'd ever been to this place to visit a new baby.
Security is pretty tight at the Baby Taj Mahal. You have to sign in with first and last name and then you get a time stamped badge with a bar code which is programmed to only open the door to the corridor where you are visiting.
I waited in line and received my badge. I walked down the long hallway towards a locked door. I scanned my bar code, nothing. I scanned again. Beep beep beep. Still, no door popping open.
I walked all the way back down the hall and told the lady that my bar code didn't work, she said, "I'll open the door for you." When I approached the door, again, I stood there, waiting for it to automatically open.
"YOU HAVE TO PUSH!" the desk lady shouted for the whole lobby to hear.
As I pushed the door and walked down the hall to meet the new baby, I couldn't help but laugh and cry at the irony of being told to "push" at the Baby Taj Mahal. That's a first. And a last.
Yeah, it was kind of sad.
But I'm really glad I could go meet the new baby and visit my friend during this special time. It was a privilege to get to see her in the hospital in those intimate very new moments.
(I think there's a part two of this coming.)