Friday, March 9, 2012

Surprises

Have you ever heard the story of the man who sells his pocket watch in order to buy his wife a hair comb, and the wife sells her hair to buy her husband a chain for his watch?

It's supposed to be such a sweet story... but really it just makes you want to cry.

Mr. San Antonio and I did something similar (minus the make you want to cry part) - in that we both plotted surprises for each other. On the same day...

How did that happen - you ask.

His 30th birthday was coming up, and we had just had a baby, and neither of us had much energy to put into planning anything. But it was his 30th birthday and I wanted to do something for him beyond the typical family dinner. I asked my mom what she had done for my dad's 30th birthday and she said she surprised him with a party with all their friends.

So I thought about it, and (after considering the fact that his birthday was 2 weeks away, and that I had a 2 week old daughter at home) I said "let's do it!"

I made a couple phone calls to family members, picked a date (February 18th) and sent out an evite. Over the course of the next week and a half I booked a caterer and some mariachis, purchased some beer and festive garments, and kept up a rouse to Mr. San Antonio about how sorry I was that I didn't have time to think about his birthday this year.

Meanwhile....

Mr. San Antonio saw how tired and overwhelmed I was with the baby, and knew what it would mean to me if one of my dear childhood friends could come for a weekend visit. He began a series of secret phone calls and emails to arrange for a visitor... on February 18th.

Both of us confided in both our families - not considering the possibility that the family members were having to keep two secrets straight. Now, who can't know about the party? And who can't know about the visitor?

On the morning of February 18th, after I had a rough night of little sleep, Mr. San Antonio snuck out of the house (by telling me he needed to help his dad with something), and returned a couple hours later. He came in to our room to see if I was up.

"Would you like to get up?"
"No."
"Would you like me to make you some coffee?"
*Grunt*
"What about pancakes, would you like me to make you pancakes?"
*Groan*
"Ok, I'll come back in a few minutes."

I laid there for a minute, feeling a bit guilty with how sweet he was being and how grumpy I was being - and finally got dressed, picked up the baby and walked out into the living room in a haze of grogginess.

*Why is Mr. San Antonio holding a video camera?* I thought to myself...

"Babe, I have a surprise for you..."

I looked around and heard a very familiar and lovely voice say, "Good Morning!" from the sofa.

The joy and shock mingled with my sleeplessness and the adrenaline from keeping a secret the last two weeks and I was this close to breaking into song, "Isn't it ironic... don't you think? A little toooooo ironic..."

Fortunately for everyone involved I kept my wits about me and the song only played in my head.

As the day unfolded I snuck phone calls to family members to ask how long they had known about the visitor and in turn heard heard the lengths they had been going through to keep both surprises hidden. Our poor families almost lost their minds trying to keep things straight.

That evening, Mr. SA was under the impression we were having a small get together with a few family members to celebrate the big 3-0. Typical. Usual. Nothing to get too excited about.

When we pulled up at his parent's house he started recognizing cars... "Why is Matt's car here?"

As we pulled into the driveway and he could see the front porch filled with people.... "Why are there mariachis?"

I turned to him and said, "You're not the only one with surprises this weekend."

At that Mr. SA got out of the car in a daze, completely forgot about me and the baby, and strolled up the front steps to a chorus of "Happy Birthday!"



I didn't have to sell my hair, and he didn't have to sell is watch - but we surprised each other all the same. Maybe it does make me want to cry...

The Pampered Bird

Monday, March 5, 2012

Baby San Antonio

San Antonio is in her blood...

Literally.

A couple weeks after Claire was born our pediatrician called us with the news that her blood work came out "strange" and that it appears as though she has a rare type of hemoglobin. He insisted that it probably wasn't a big deal, but that we needed to run some more tests just to make sure.

The most common problem (though very rare as well, and very very rare with pasty white babies) is sickle cell anemia, but apparently there are other rare hemoglobin issues that can cause minor life style changes. For example the Dr. told us that depending on what type of hemoglobin she has she might not be able to climb Mt. Everest.

Dang it. I had her work outs scheduled to start next month.

So off she went for more tests. And off we went to try and not worry.

Who ever thought I would worry about my daughter's hemoglobin?

Well we finally got word back about her blood. Turns out that one of us gave her normal hemoglobin. And one of us gave her rare hemoglobin.

The rare kind she has is called....

San Antonio Hemoglobin, and was "discovered" in 2002.

There are no consequences to having San Antonio blood, except that she may now forever be referred to as Baby SA.

Love,
The Pampered Bird

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