Trig was born April 18, 2008.
I got a phone call way early that morning when it was
still dark. It was Bristol, who I had just left a few hours
before. I knew Sarah was flying home from Texas, but that
was all. I don’t think Bristol or anyone else in the family
knew Sarah might be getting ready to deliver the baby.
Then she called home from Anchorage as soon as
she got to her car in the airport parking lot, and Bristol
called me.
Mom thinks she might be about to go into labor, Bris-
tol said into my ear. We’re meeting her at the hospital.
Sarah had been telling Bristol during the past month
that her water was leaking once or twice a day, in drops.
When she left for the lower forty-eight, though, her baby
wasn’t due for another five weeks. I had told Bristol it was
nuts for her mom to be traveling here and there, giving
speeches. I sure as hell wouldn’t have let Bristol do that.
Now Sarah was telling Bristol that the drops were pretty
much constant. Sarah had felt she had plenty of time to get
back to Wasilla. She wanted to be home rather than deliver
in Texas so that her new son could be a true-blue Alaska
boy. She wanted this child, possibly a Down’s baby, to be
delivered by her doc, who knew the deal, in our new medi-
cal center in Wasilla. If there were complications, she didn’t
want to end up stuck in Texas.
I was only partially awake, and said to Bristol, Okay. I’ll
come down later, after I get a little more sleep.
I arrived just minutes after the birth. Bristol was in
her mom’s delivery room when I walked in. Todd was
there, too.
So was Trig. My heart went out to the delicate child.
I picked him up, cuddled him. Something stirred deep
within me. It was like the instinct that surfaced whenever
my sister, Sadie, needed her big brother’s protection. Trig’s
face had the signs of Down’s. He didn’t have rounded
cheeks, and his eyes had that slant. His tongue seemed big,
too much for his mouth to handle. He needed care and I
wanted to be sure he got it. I felt an adult emotion for the
first time.
As I welcomed Trig into the world, I had no idea I’d be
repeating this same display of affection for my own child
just eight months later. Bristol, also unaware she was carry-
ing our own tiny secret, took the newborn into her arms.
Todd watched from the wings.
Between the flight and the delivery, Sarah was pale,
whipped. There’d be help at home when she got there. A
retired special-needs teacher had been lined up to care for
the infant.
Sarah was back at work for only a couple of days before
the old rumor, that Bristol had been pregnant all along,
resurfaced. After Trig’s arrival, people believed that Bristol,
not Sarah, had given birth to Trig. I wondered who they
thought the father might be. Oh.
The Palins made sure that Levi was there to witness the miracle of Trig's birth. One more reliable witness. That Levi could hold baby Trig in his arms just a few hours after the offical birth in Mat-Su Regional Medical Center in Palmer didn't strike him as odd - but what does a seventeen year old boy know about giving birth to a premature down-syndrome baby with a heart defect in a hospital which was in no way equipped for these types of births?
How could teenager Levi have know that Sarah Palin's "doc" Cathy Baldwin-Johnson, as he calls her in his book, could have never been the "doc" who supervised the pregnancy? "CBJ" in my opinion could have never been this "doc", due to the fact that she was living and practising in Anchorage, while Sarah Palin lived during the legislative session from January to April 2008 mainly in Juneau - 850 miles away.
Sarah Palin herself was also very aware that Cathy Baldwin-Johnson was not present in Juneau, as an overlooked email exchange in Palin's recently published state emails revealed. If you go to the Crivella West database and search for "CBJ", you will find all these emails from January 2008, for example this one: