Frankie Doodle Dandy

Monday, July 4, 10am. A while ago we learned that our boy's name, Franklin Duke, translates into something like "Leader of Free Men." My sister reminded us of this last night, and pointed out that if he arrives on the 4th of July that'll pretty much guarantee he'll be President someday. I prefer to think of him in more revolutionary terms, perhaps as some kind of modern day Spartacus, rising up to overthrow the globo-corporate oligarchy, or some such thing. But that's just me. In either case, that window of opportunity closes in about 14 hours, and Anna and I are both fairly confident that she can suppress his rebellious attempts to break free from her ovarian Bastille for at least that long. Our moms think he'll be here on Tuesday, and my Dad's guess is Sunday, which also happens to be my grandpa's 80th birthday. At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if Anna's in this bed until August. Her ass is sore, but her will is strong.

Last night we had a Sunday family dinner in the hospital room. My sister, Kristin, and our moms made halibut and tilapia, asparagus, basmati rice, and a spinach salad with avocado and grapefruit. They also smuggled in a couple of bottles of wine, which made my night a lot more relaxing. We're lucky to have so much support, and such a great family. My heart goes out to couples who have to go through this alone. I'd be a wreck if, in addition to taking care of Anna, I had to worry about feeding our cats, watering our plants, or waiting around for the AC repair person (because, of course, our AC stopped working yesterday, right in the middle of the 4th of July weekend). And I don't think Anna could've held on this long if she had to subsist on hospital food (really, worse than you'd imagine, I swear to God). The nurses are all very impressed by how well we're holding up, but the real credit goes to our behind-the-scenes support network. We'll never be able to adequately thank them. I sure hope Frankie grows up to appreciate the importance of family as much as we do right now. Maybe that'll be thanks enough.


Blogger Critical Mess said...

And yes, I stole the "ovarian Bastille" line from "The Family Guy."

10:24 AM  
Anonymous Marsh G said...

What no BBQ for the 4th, a good old St. Louis pork steak? Well, it's warm and muggy here and about to storm. Hope you are more comfortable than that, Anna, and you and FD are doing well. Dave, don't forget to remind her to brush her teeth (old joke). -Marshall G.

12:19 PM  
Anonymous silverzephyr said...

tell marly marsh to take a shower...

7:37 PM  
Anonymous Nikheel said...

Hey -- been moving (another story for another day) and just heard. I'm so glad Anna, Frankie and you are doing well -- or at least far better than what it sounded like initially. Michelle and I are thinking about you. Stay strong - Nikheel

6:19 AM  
Blogger MommaS said...

I'm so glad that Anna is keeping that willful little Breshears under wraps. My mom says "Hello", and she's praying for you all. I'm telling you, July 14th is an excellent date. However, if Anna & Frankie decide to go longer, I'm all for it!


6:28 AM  
Anonymous spencer said...

Jeez - I thought I was going to be the first one to come up with Frankie Doodle born on the 4th etc. But since I agree that you guys are in for the long haul - there's plenty of independence days Frankie B can shoot for beyond the 14th (and you've already passed Canada Day as well). As a brief sampling: Switzerland is 8/1, India is 8/15, Trinidad and Tobago on 8/31, and Swaziland all the way on 9/6.

6:59 AM  
Blogger dirtyweekender said...

Tis true - hospital food is about as good as airplane food. But ask Dave about the chocolate mousse. ;) Anna - keep eating your fancy food stuffs and don't let Dave feed you that hospital chocolate mousse, saying that it's actually IKEA chocolate mousse. It's a trick!

8:00 AM  

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