You mean I have to do WHAT?

You mean I have to do WHAT?

Eight years ago, one of my very best friends in the whole wide universe and I were  pregnant at the same time.

She was much cuter, wearing her baby all in her tummy like a perfect little basketball.

I, however, was wearing mine all over. Like a damn muumuu. It’s was offensive. Seriously. Face, hips, butt, arms, butt, belly, butt…

Amy and I were born 6 weeks apart, me being the oldest. We celebrated birthdays together – including our first ones.

Amy: white dress with her hand in her mouth. Me: blue Holly Hobby looking dress (it's 1976, y'all)

Our babies would end up being born 7 weeks apart, her Meg being older than my Charlie.

They were destined to be together. We had big plans for the two of them. They would be in the same class at school, go to the prom together, go to Auburn or Georgia and get engaged. We would be related and it would be GREAT! But we all know how those plans got smashed to bits when Charlie died.

This story isn’t really about all that, though.

When Amy went into labor, she had a very easy one bitch thank goodness. Meg was born sometime in the morning, I don’t remember exactly when. Amy called me immediately. And I mean IMMEDIATELY. She was still being “fixed up” down there and all, too. THAT’s how good a friend she is. She’ll call me when her hooha’s getting stitched up. (This story’s also not about her girly parts, so get your mind back on the subject at hand.)

I was at work, standing by my mom’s desk with tears streaming down my face. My baby was kicking up a storm and I could hear the loudest, angriest, put-me-back-in-there cry from sweet little Meg. Amy told me about how fast it was, that they almost didn’t get to the hospital in time and all this stuff that I was so excited to hear (only to hate her for it 7 weeks later when I labored for nine hundred million hours with Charlie).

And then. Silence.

*chirp* *chirp* *chirp*

*chirp**chirp* *chirp*

I think she may have fallen asleep. I’m not sure, but I’d put my money on it. For about 30 seconds there was just silence. (Except Meg’s incessant screaming – I mean, it’s cold out there and she was naked and all)

Then Amy says to me, and I quote (because I will NEVER forget it in my life), “Oh my gosh, Jana, does this mean I have to take her home with me and take CARE of her forever?

I’m pretty sure at that point, Newt got the phone and the conversation was over. Obviously she wasn’t in her right mind!

For some reason this conversation hit me yesterday. The memories flooded back. I could hear her saying it to me and now, in hindsight, it’s a totally valid question.

We are trusted with such precious little lives. Lives that depend on us – emotionally, financially, physically. Lives that will be the future of this world. Lives that may find the cure for cancer. Lives that will probably be someone’s mother or father, spouse or life partner, sister or brother. These little lives will one day make the decision of what nursing home to put us in.

These lives will hopefully one day aim to be the same kind of parents they had growing up.

I hope one day Meg and Henry and their son Russ, remember growing up in loving families and when they think about it, a big smile gets plastered on their faces. I hope they want to be even better parents than we could ever dream of being. I hope they are still friends with each other, no matter where their lives take them.

I hope, above all else, that they all know how much they’re loved every single day.


Spoiler Alert:

Amy DID in fact take Meg home. She was precious in all her fuzzy headed glory.

Meg, 4 months old. Newt and Amy, age undisclosed.

A few weeks after they brought home Meg, we brought home Charlie.

Charlie: 2 days old, May 2003

Less than two years after this, Henry came home with us.

Henry: 2 days old, Nov 2004

Three years after Meg was born, Newt & Amy brought Russ home from the hospital.

Newt & Russ

My parents and Amy’s parents have been friends for years. Amy and I have, too. Newt and Jason were added in there and became fast friends (even though they knew each other casually). Our families are more than likely complete (they ARE complete, but you never know what might happen) and our friendship is one that will last until the end of time.

We may not talk all the time or see each other every week, but our relationships will last until the sunsets of our lives.

I hope theirs will, too.


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  1. Hahaha! I love it!! Such a great post, Jana. Now I’m all misty-eyed :)

  2. That’s awesome. I always knew I had the Mom thing down. The pregnancy part? Not so much.

  3. Sue Humphreys says:

    Jana, what a beautiful story. Thanks for sharing.

  4. That my Jana is the type of friendship that last forever….you are so lucky to have found a friend like that!!! :)

  5. Awww, Jana. Such a sweet post! It’s so wonderful to have such a good friend, especially during the rough times. Love ya!

  6. Okay, so now I know who Russ looks like & you look just like your momma. Who is the blonde little boy in the picture?

    Also thoroughly enjoy the beer in the last picture.

  7. This is incredibly beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

  8. I have a friend from First grade … we met on the playground …I was born in England, she was born in Scotland and we met in a teeny town in Africa. We speak on the phone twice a month and get together once a year … she is family. I get it xxxx
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