God Help My Niece And Nephew

Matt and Dena (Gavin's brother and his wife) had their baby! It's a girl! They named her Jolie. (In my opinion, better than Regan (REE-gan), but not much)

Dena was overdue, so she was induced on Friday. Dena's doctor wanted to wait until Monday (today) to induce her (probably because he didn't want to possibly deliver this baby late on a Friday night or sometime on a Sataurday), but she insisted on being induced on Friday so Matt wouldn't have to take as much vacation to be with her.

But no thought was given to where Luke (their 3 year old) would be as she labored. In fact, when Gavin called on Thursday night to wish them well, we found out Matt was planning on picking up Luke from preschool on Friday. (Yeah, like selfish Dena will really let Matt leave her while she's in labor, even if it is to pick up their flesh and blood. And then what would Luke do? Would Matt take him to the hospital while Dena was in labor? Would Matt not be there at the birth of the baby?) Obviously, they didn't think this through at all. (In the end, my in-laws picked Luke up from school and took care of him - good thing, too, because Jolie was born at 9pm.)

This great plan to have Matt not take time off from work left Luke high and dry without a schedule and without his parents around. All. Weekend. Long. Poor kid. He was obviously feeling like the 'forgotten and used little boy' amidst the sea of visitors and being bounced from relative to friend to relative while Dena was still in the hospital and Matt was visiting with Dena and Jolie.

We offered for Luke to stay with us for the weekend; he could "bunk" with Nicholas and we'd even drop him off at school on Monday. But Dena declined because she thinks Nicholas is a bad boy and possessed by the devil she "didn't want to put us out." So, Luke went bouncing from person to person. Poor guy.

But, the thing that sent me into a complete tizzy was the phone call I got this morning from Matt. He wanted to know if they could borrow Elise's infant carseat/carrier so they could take Jolie home from the hospital tomorrow.

Holy shit.

These people were so worried about not using up their vacation time, setting up the nursery, and planning Dena's grandmother's birthday party (in two weeks, where Dena plans on taking newborn Jolie to a party with 200 people) they forgot they need a carseat.

This poor child. Talk about getting a bad start from the very beginning - like before you're even born.

Please pray for my niece and nephew because their parents are are obviously not equipped to have children. Or pets. Or plants.

(I hate to say I'm related to them. Thank goodness it's through marriage because I don't know what I would do if I actually shared chromosomes with them. Please don't mention the fact that my kids share chromosomes with their kids or I will end up in a ball on the floor eating my hair. Thanks.)