Hi readers. Just wanted to let you know this chapter goes through about six years of Eva and Jon's life together. Also, there isn't a lot of sexual content, though there is some. This is more about telling their story. Some bad things happen, but mostly great things take place as they head towards the end of their 20s and beyond.
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Connor Reed Glazer-Grossman. Dr. Thomas was right, it was a mouthful. His first name was in memory of my mom, Carol, and his middle name was for Eva's grandmother, Ruth, who died when Eva was 15. They had been very close. And he had both our last names, like we had done for each other. In practical situations, he'd be Connor Reed Grossman.
The first days of his life, Eva was a very sick woman. She was terribly weak and was only allowed out of bed to help feed Connor. There was even doubt that she'd be allowed to go home in time for his Bris, a Jewish religious ceremony, ritual circumcision, that should take place 8 days after birth. We could delay it if necessary and we talked about it.
"Honey, let's just postpone a few days. I want you to be able to handle being around everyone. Let's not push it? Please? I know you want it done traditionally, but we can wait a few extra days. And I'm not having it done without you there."
"Oh, you're not doing it without me, that's a guarantee. Not a chance. Let's see what Dr. Thomas says today, ( Saturday the 20th, 4 days after his birth). And they want him released tomorrow. Will his furniture be there?"
"Your dad is at the house now, waiting for the delivery. And your shower will also be postponed until you feel better." It was supposed to be that day, Saturday, because we were so busy finishing up with school.
"Having a baby shower after the baby's been born. I can't do anything right." But she smiled when she said it. She was getting stronger and her color was better. I was starting to feel less worried about her.
Dr. Thomas came in a little later, while Eva was sitting in a chair and feeding our little man. After examining mother and son, and talking to us, the doctor said Connor could come home the next day and Eva could come home with him...IF she stuck to bed rest for the first three or four days. The Bris would have to wait until Friday the 27th, the 10th day after he was born.
"And Eva, you're going to have to take it easy for a couple of months. No running around, doing chores and so on, for at least two months. Maybe three. We'll see how you progress."
She was about to protest but I cut her off. "Not a problem, doctor. I'll cancel my work plans and I'll be around. I'll do the cooking, cleaning, shopping and so on. I'll drive them to their appointments with you and his pediatrician. And my sister will help me out. She's excited about being an aunt."
"All right. But you have to stick to that. Eva, I'm serious. Lot's of rest for the next few months. I don't even want you going to the bathroom for the first two weeks without help."
"Is that really necessary?" my wife asked, frustration filling her voice.
"Yes it is, if you don't want to end up in the emergency room and getting a hysterectomy. I'm totally serious, Eva. You don't get out of bed without help for the first two weeks at least."
"Don't worry, doctor. She won't. I'll make sure of it."
The doctor left us as Connor finished feeding. She was clearly pissed off at me.
"What do you want to do? End up back in the hospital? Maybe bleed to death? You're such a smart woman; stop being stubborn and silly."
"I know" she said resignedly. "I just....." she started crying. Hard. I took Connor from her and sat next to her while holding our son. I managed to hold her hand.
"Honey, what's wrong? This is a happy time, the happiest of our lives. We have a beautiful, healthy son. Don't be sad."
"Oh, stop trying to make me feel better! Don't you get it? Are you dumb? I screwed everything up! I can't have any more children! One and done! I can't even give us a proper family!" Eva turned away from me and cried into her pillow.
I rang for the nurse and she took Connor back into the nursery. I wasn't sure how to talk to her, so I just went with my instinct. "Eva, listen to me." Gentle, Very gentle. "Please. Nothing that happened is your fault. It's no one's fault. When I saw you right after Connor was born, you were the most beautiful I've ever seen you look. So happy and full of love. Then you turned whiter than a ghost and they pushed me out of the room. I thought.....I actually prayed, to God or whatever might be out there. Because nothing would have been worse than if I lost you. If Connor lost you. And Cammy too. We all need you. We're going to need you for a long, long time. We have such a wonderful family right now. And if some day we want another child, there's always adoption or foster care. There are a lot of children out there that need a loving family. We could do that. There's even that procedure, surrogacy, where you contract with a woman to carry your baby. There are options. And if we decide what we have is enough, that will be fine too. But none of it matters if I don't have you. So I'll help you to the bathroom, I'll wipe your butt if I have to. I'll take you to appointments, I'll cook and I'll clean. Because I really don't want to face the rest of my life without you. I don't have a life without you. You're my Angel."
Eva reached behind her for my hand and I held it. "Do you really mean all that, Bear? All of it?"
"Every single letter of every word. I need you. Connor and Cammy need you. Your parents and your brothers. You've given so much of yourself to all of us. When my mom got sick and after she died, then all the shit with my father.....You held us all together. So please, let me take care of you. Please, honey. Let me wipe your ass." We both laughed, a laugh that made us both feel so much better.
"You're a very silly Papa Bear. Sweet and wonderful, too. Where would I be without you?"
"Binghamton,"
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My wife and son came home the next day. I rented a wheelchair to help her get around and Eva's parents hired a nurse for her during the day, for as long as she needed. It was very sweet of them to do it. Not at all surprising. But very kind and generous.
Her family and Cammy were the only ones there that day, and even her family had to back off a bit for a few days to let Eva rest. The nurse, a friendly middle aged woman named Consuela, took charge like a Master Sargent of both Eva and Connor while she was there during the day, and I, with help from Cammy, took over at night. Eva was feeling a little better every day but still, she could only get out of bed to go to the bathroom or sit in the wheelchair for short periods. We pushed the Bris back one more day, to Saturday, to give her a little more time. But Saturday morning it was, 12 days after his birth.
Tuesday evening, the phone rang and I answered it. After saying hello twice, waiting to see if someone would answer, I was just about to hang up when I heard a female voice say "Jon, hi, it's Adrienne. How are you doing?"
I was stunned for a moment; it had been years since we talked, since before Eva and I got married. "Hey Adrienne. It's great to hear your voice. How are you?"
"I'm fine, a lot better than when we last spoke. I wanted to congratulate you and Eva on the birth of your son...Connor, right?"
"Connor Reed. A beautiful boy. I'm in love with him." Eva called out to me, wanting to know who was calling and I indicated through silent hand and mouth signals that it was Adrienne. She looked surprised but then indicated I should keep talking to her.
"Jon, I never got in touch when your mother died. I can't tell you how sorry I am for that and for her loss. I loved your mom a lot."
Bringing up my mom, even after over three years, was painful, but not nearly to the degree it used to be, It was more of an ache than a deep pain. "Thanks, Ade, I appreciate that. And if you're about to apologize for anything else, don't. We're cool. The past is the past."
"Thanks, Jon. I understand Camilla is living with you? How's it working out? How are things with your father?"
I explained that we didn't know how my father was doing, telling her about when we saw him last, but things with Cammy were great. Then a few other things about her life, therapy and school. She was a year behind us but doing very well, majoring in math. And she met a man, Justin, who was majoring in the history of Catholicism. She said she liked him a lot but they were taking things slow.
We had a pause and I decided to ask. "Ade, would you like to come to the Bris on Friday with your parents? You could bring Justin; we'd love to meet him."
"Are you sure? Will that be alright with Eva?"
"If you want to hold on I can ask. But I'm pretty sure she'd like to see you, to see how well you're doing. Please come. It would mean a lot to me."
She thought it over and then she said she'd love to come. I looked forward to it and Eva was fine when I told her. She has an amazingly warm and loving and forgiving heart.
Saturday morning platters were delivered, deli and smoked fish, Jewish Soul Food, with breads and bagels and cream cheeses and pastries. A coffee and soft drink station. Enough for over 100 people at least and all paid for by my aunt and uncle and various cousins. It was a good thing they ordered so much, because the house was filled with friends and relatives. Friends of ours, friends of both our parents. Cousins on both sides. At least 75 showed up. Thankfully the weather was lovely that day, so people could stand and sit out in the backyard. We needed the room.