March 8th, 2010
9ish - I get a text from a friend who says "When you get a chance give me a call." I text her back "In class till lunch, I will call yo then."
12:10 I am walking over to the cafe to get some lunch when I call my friend back. She asks how I am doing and then very casually tells me "Harrison was born today."
I freeze, my head starts to swarm with thoughts of panic! What he is not due for another 38 days, he is 5 1/2 weeks early! Is he okay? What does he weigh? Is everything okay? Do I need to get up there? Has the mom changed her mind? What caused this?
She tells me that she doesn't know his stats yet, but that he is not on oxygen, but he is in the NICU. I am also told that he was born at The Ohio State Medical Center in Columbus. I find out that this location is actually an hour south of where the mom was initially supposed to have the baby.
I walk into the cafe, not sure what I have to do next. I decide to call Erick. By this time I am crying and shaking, Erick answers and I tell him that Harrison is here, and he doesn't think I am for real. "What? Are you serious? What are we supposed to do? I have to call my parents!" I then call the adoption agency and tell them what is going on, and because we thought that we had a lot of time to get our paperwork in, there are some REALLY important papers that we still needed to get in before we can even think about going to get our baby!
. . . to be continued