Less than one month from her due date, Kris and I wanted to take a break from high chair, crib, and baby bottle shopping. We jumped in the truck for the three-hour drive to see the Royals play the Mariners. We pulled into Kauffman well before the 12:10 start time. We bought tickets and got a promotional jersey at the gate.
We ate peanuts and I talked about Field of Dreams and how I was sure I would make the major leagues until I was cut from my High School JV team. Twice.
The game started, Ichiro came to the plate, the sun moved across the sky, and the innings flew. The Royals scored, the Mariners didn’t, and the Royals scored again. The game didn’t go three hours and we were on the road by 3:30, headed home.
Neither the game nor the drive induced labor, but it gave us something to talk about other than bottles.
And then a 5 lb 11 oz glorious son came bounding to us a couple weeks sooner than expected. Zach cried and slept and spit up and we loved him for it.
I saw clients and prosecuted cases. We planted a garden of tomatoes and beans. I wore overalls. The garden grew.
We lived on little sleep. And we showed off our baby at every turn. We planned a trip to see Kristi’s grandparents in New Jersey.
Packing had been a half-hour generic throw clothes in a bag and the bag in the truck exercise. It turned into a labor-intensive, methodical, two-day process. For Kristi.
Zach needed bottles, diapers, wipes, clothes, a pack-n-play, and distracting toys.
We hit the road the afternoon of July 12 with no hard plans but to get there quickly. We stopped a couple hours into the trip to feed Zach. We stopped an hour later to change him. We stopped and we stopped and we stopped. A trip we would have made in a straight shot pre-baby now required two nights in a hotel.
We plodded through the drive, arriving in New Jersey on July 14th. Exhausted, but elated to see family. And they were elated to see Zach.
We played Rummikub and Rook. We took walks along the hallway. Zach was a hit with all the residents. He gave us cachet and got us the best tables at both the casual and formal dining eateries.
We ate grandma’s homemade bread and drank coffee.
The time went too quickly and we had to head south. We left on July 17th. It was the last time we saw grandpa.
Days on the road this trip: 19