“Do you want to go out for supper?” I’m asked.
I don’t, actually. The restaurants will be packed and we might not be lucky enough to get a table at the place I’d prefer to go. But you know what would be a treat for me? Greek Ribs from there, takeout. I hate eating ribs in public anyway; they’re too messy.
So that’s what I’m looking forward to in the way of being celebrated today.
I had just gotten out of bed and not had even one sip of coffee when I was invited along for brunch in Kelvington with Scott’s mom, and then a visit to his grandmother (at age 108, it’s looking like she’ll be around forever!) at the nursing home. It was either rush to get ready and leave Emil here alone, still asleep, or decline and have a lazy, relaxed morning (like most all my mornings nowadays, come to think of it).
So here I am and Scott’s gone and I started digging through old photos for some memories to post for friends on FB who knew Mom. (You’re welcome to join me on FB at https://www.facebook.com/blondi.blathers )
And then I thought I’d post a couple of myself as a brand-new mom, something I often, literally, thank my body for. I am so grateful. First, that my very early premature babies survived and were, other than being so tiny, healthy; second, that they were such sweet, happy babies; and third, that the gift of motherhood opened my heart. Now I’m a bloody softie.
I was so happy that day! For five weeks no one but me, Gord, and my parents had been permitted to visit Emil in the hospital. So the first thing I did was bundle him up (looked like I was carrying a football in a blanket, my friend Cathy said when I took him by her workplace; I think I actually had him under my arm!) and make a few visits.
While Emil had been born 10 weeks early and weighed only three-and-a-half pounds at birth, Everett was a big bruiser, born only 8 weeks early and weighing just over four pounds. While Emil had had to be fed through a tube for some time and I wasn’t even permitted to hold him in my arms for two weeks (until I had a hissy fit with tears and a doctor took pity on me), Everett could come out of the incubator/isolette and nurse right away. He too stayed in hospital for five weeks, till his weight was up and staying up.
I don’t miss changing diapers and being awakened throughout the night, but the years of raising these kids were the happiest I’ve ever been.