Jill Naps

From what we have heard, it will be a long night so night as well sleep now...

I already napped so I am doing what I do best this time of year: I'm typing up Decathlon notes.

I Don't Know My Metric System

Four centimeters? Good? Bad? Is that like an inch?

And what's taking so long? Shouldn't birth mothers be all "Snap, let's get this thang done!"

Forgetful Jill Brings One Hiking Shoe!

Miss Jill wanted to hop through the forest like she was on a pogo stick.

She does have two shoes in the hotel now though.

By the way, nothing says staying in a hotel like reading the USA Today.

Back from the Park...

Not much on the adoption update for now. Knowing that we still might have many hours to wait (and it's not like we can sit right in there in the waiting room), we drove out to the park to hang out and waste a few hours. It was actually quite scenic in a chilly December sort of way. Very few people in the park which was the size of Central Park (as we were told). As you may or may not see to the left, there is a sizable lake created by a beaver dam. Originally this whole area was a lake but the man-made levee broke and when the levee breaks, mama, you gotta move. That is until the beavers come in and establish a natural order. They decree that there shall be no flowing rivers through here!

We also hiked around for quite a while, wondering about the hours to come. There's nothing quite like standing around and waiting. It's easier to wait when being out and about. At least that way there's some some of physical release. A nature hike of catharsis? Something like that.

In any event, we are due to call the hospital again shortly. Hopefully the poor birth mother will be further along. She was induced yesterday morning and it's into tomorrow afternoon! Yikes. Or as Shaggy would say, "Zoinks!"

Mojave Narrows Regional Park... for now...

The birth-mother still hasn't proceeded to full labor yet so we're driving out to the local regional park for lunch. Some trees, some lakes, some wilderness...

Yeah... just more waiting. But that's ok... gotta think long term. Like when our child will be 15 and stomps their foot and says how mean we are. (Wait, our rabbits do that every day!)

Zap

One other thing I forgot about the desert: static electricity. Nothing like the sudden jump after creating an electrical arc seemingly the length of a banana. I feel like the Emperor!

Hmm... for some reason I now feel like saying... together, my adopted child and I will rule the galaxy as father and son/daughter!

Small Problem Avoided

OK, we've figured out how to snap the base of the carseat into the car. Small steps, don't ya know.

Meanwhile we are preparing ourselves for the short drive (through oddly immense traffic) to the hospital. Methinks we'll stay until we become parents. So unless I somehow commandeer a computer at the hospital, this might be the last pre-adoptive parent blog entry. Oh my!

For Those Map Fiends: Victorville

There it is. After potential matches in Florida, Texas, and Louisiana which all fell through... California, here we come. Then again we already live here. Hmm... I guess that's an easy drive.

So... now there you go.

Victorville, Day Two

We have been up here for almost a full day now. The birth-mother has been induced so it is just some amount of time until the child is born. But until then we are in this purgatory of sorts. Just sitting here... waiting... waiting...

At some point we need to go to the CHP and figure out how to deal with the child seat in the back of the car. Silly small things when you look upon them are not so silly.

Meanwhile we are both sitting in the hotel room with laptops tapping away. Alas, we only have one plug so we have to rotate our power cords. So if this computer suddenly dies... well, I guess I'll type this all up again at a later date.

Now the most important question people have is: how will the bunnies deal with this?

I'm not sure they will. Cherry Bugg is quite Chee-centric and no one else comes before her. I'm sure she'll thump at the thought of a child. Oh well, at least Chee will not have to give up any extra carrots for a year or so. Then again I wonder how much the Chee will like carrot-flavored baby food.

At some point today we will receive the call and we will... sit in the waiting room? I'm not actually sure. Miss Jill might know more of what will happen next. But there will be some waiting. Some hand holding, some prayers, some hard-level Sudokus.

WHOA! The phone just rang. Nope... a friend of Miss Jill's just called. But yeah... that's a bit of tension when you jump at any sudden ring of the phone.

Poor Chip Gets Scratched Eye

Chip, the boy who thinks he is a man, was scratched in the eye on Thursday night and had to go to the vet on Friday. It doesn't seem to be anything too major but he is taking eye drops three times a day now as well as a few drops of medicine as well. He seems to be taking it well. However, when putting eye drops into his eyes, he often thumps afterward. So sorry Chip.

Maybe we should a patch over his eye and call him a pirate bunny. Arrrrr!