Grey Matters

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Grey’s Anatomy is back! No, I’m not one of those TV-crazed obsessives, but the show does hold a special place in my heart. During my pregnancy, Cooper ALWAYS seemed to pick-up on Mommy’s favorite hour of the week because, without fail, every Thursday at 8pm, he would start flipping and kicking like a mad man. If I was ever worried because he’d been uncharacteristically still, I knew once the theme music to Grey’s sounded, my little guy would get going and I could rest easy … it was rock ’n’ roll time, baby.

The night I was admitted for induction the season finale aired. I ended up having to Tivo the episode because I had to get to the hospital just as it was starting … I actually considered asking if I could push up my admit time so that I could be settled in my bed just in time to watch the wedding that never was between Burke & Cristina. As I didn’t want the nursing staff to think I was a crazy lady, I thought better of it. No worries though, I did win the whack job award once I was on the operating table the following afternoon for a last-minute C-section.

Just as the doc was slicing me open, smoke rising from stomach (eww) he and the surgical staff started discussing the season finale. Though I was about to have a baby, was strapped to the table and completely numb from the hair on my head to the tips of my toes (OK, maybe that’s a teeny tiny exaggeration), I lifted my head ever so slightly and yelled, “Shut up! I haven’t seen it yet.”

Three days later, when Coop and I were released from the hospital, we cuddled on the couch and watched the season finale together. It was surreal to me, that, only days before, this little bundle was in my tummy as I hit “record” on my way out the door to deliver him. And again, as I sit on my bed this evening, laptop in front of me and Coop at my side snoring softly (guess he's not so much into the new season), it is surreal that it has been four months since I became a mom.

It’s a silly thing I know, but this show is just one of those things, like that great song that played just as your first kiss happened or a favorite food that always made mom’s kitchen smell so good, that marked my pregnancy, ticked off the passage of time, and is now placing an exclamation point on being a new parent.

In my motherhood, grey ... matters.

-smell you later-
Coop's Mom (aka Tessa)