anxiety and nostalgia
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mamajoanWe are going to leave fairly shortly for our family's summer cottage and I'm slightly apprehensive, as I always am before I make the drive for the first time any year. The more so because it's supposed to be 95F today (as it was yesterday) and my car's air-conditioning does not seem to be working so well. Mind you, we can manage with the windows open, but I'm worried about the car overheating. yikes. Plus the drive home tonight could be interesting, between the intersection of bedtime and Sunday-evening traffic....
Anyway, Isaac's birthday isn't for a few more days yet, but the nostalgia (if you can call it that when the memories aren't all good) has already begun. Through a strange twist offate calendar, this year the days line up the same way they did the year he was born, i.e., he was born on a Wednesday and his birthday is on a Wednesday again this year.
So -- five years ago today, Sunday, June 8th, 2003, I was in the hospital, anxious and scared, and jittery from the drugs they had given me to stop the contractions (terbutaline makes your heart race). It was still six weeks until my due date and the notion of having a preemie had never, never entered my mind until these past twelve hours; the pregnancy had been almost completely uneventful up until this point. By this time in the morning, 8:45am that Sunday, I had already been at the hospital for about 7-8 hours and it would be another 24+ before I was able to go home, on strict bedrest. I didn't know that at this time, of course. I thought I might be having a 6-weeks-early baby any minute now. It was fairly terrifying.
Of course, in the end it all worked out. We managed to convince Isaac to stay in and cook for another three days, and he, of course, came out pretty healthy for a 5.5-week-early preemie, and, of course, here we are five years later and all that is a distant memory. More distant for some than others, obviously. ;) But I doubt I'll ever forget the tension of that day. It's unbelievable how quickly things can turn around, in any direction.
Anyway, Isaac's birthday isn't for a few more days yet, but the nostalgia (if you can call it that when the memories aren't all good) has already begun. Through a strange twist of
So -- five years ago today, Sunday, June 8th, 2003, I was in the hospital, anxious and scared, and jittery from the drugs they had given me to stop the contractions (terbutaline makes your heart race). It was still six weeks until my due date and the notion of having a preemie had never, never entered my mind until these past twelve hours; the pregnancy had been almost completely uneventful up until this point. By this time in the morning, 8:45am that Sunday, I had already been at the hospital for about 7-8 hours and it would be another 24+ before I was able to go home, on strict bedrest. I didn't know that at this time, of course. I thought I might be having a 6-weeks-early baby any minute now. It was fairly terrifying.
Of course, in the end it all worked out. We managed to convince Isaac to stay in and cook for another three days, and he, of course, came out pretty healthy for a 5.5-week-early preemie, and, of course, here we are five years later and all that is a distant memory. More distant for some than others, obviously. ;) But I doubt I'll ever forget the tension of that day. It's unbelievable how quickly things can turn around, in any direction.
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