The other ulterior motive behind going back to school, though, was for me to have time to relax and be pregnant. I wouldn't have to worry about finding a job and stressing out about that. There was also the added bonus of my newly-found over-achiever status: anything less than an A would be unacceptable to me, so I would also boost my cumulative GPA. I was honoring the advice my dear, sweet Grandaddy gave me years and years ago: The day you stop learning something new everyday, you should just cock up your toes and die. And I'm far from ready to shuffle loose this mortal coil [hat tip: Monty Python], so back to school with me! The next thing I knew, it was December and I was almost eight months pregnant!
Hayden was quite taken with my professors. He would be a wiggly, squirmy little dude and as soon as my professors would start to lecture, Hayden would calm down! He's quite a good listener, and still is. In fact, that's how he came to us: Michael had to leave on a three-day road trip and had told Little Man to stay put just till at least Sunday. And when he got home on Sunday night, Michael knelt in front of my [enormous] belly and started talking to Hayden. He said, "Ok, Little Man. You can come out now! Daddy's home and he's ready to see you! The weather is better now so you can come on out..." [it had been snowy and cold, it was now in the 70s and sunny]. I'll be dipped if the little bugger didn't listen to his daddy and make his way out two days later! And the bond these two share is simply magical.
I'm a firm believer in imprinting. When a baby chick is hatched, the first thing it sees, it thinks that's its mother. Well, since I had a c-section, the first person Hayden got to spend any appreciable time with was Michael. I know these two will be like Mutt & Jeff for the rest of our lives.
|Love at first sight|