It’s been a rough month.
Our beloved miniature dachshund Audrey got attacked, for the second time, by an Akita who lives in our apartment building, and she spent two horrifying nights in the veterinary hospital and two weeks in a medical cone;
the Central AC in our apartment decided to permanently give out, leaving us sweating and desperate in the middle of a heat wave;
and after 30 hours of grueling labor, my wife gave birth (yay!) to a beautiful baby girl, Gloria George Gilbert (double yay!!)…and we were forced to bring her home on a 96 degree day to an AC-less apartment with a hobbled dog who needed to be carried everywhere like a little football because her surgical wounds were still raw.
But there have been silver linings! And we thought we got one yesterday, when our darling Gloria George received her birth certificate in the mail weeks before we expected to receive it.
“Finally, something happening on time and without difficulty!” my wife and I thought.
And then, we opened the birth certificate for our Gloria George. See if you can spot the error.
“Geogre” would be a beautiful name for Shrek’s baby. But my wife assures me that I, and not a swamp ogre, am the father.
And so now this month that has included trips to the veterinary emergency room, the Labor & Delivery room, and the industrial cooling section of Home Depot also gets to include a visit to the vital records department of the hospital. When I said I wanted to see more of New York when the pandemic ended this is not what I had in mind.
But anyway! What can I say about our beautiful girl? She is healthy and happy and pretty good at sleeping; and, at least for another few days, she is named “Geogre.”