...at this same time, 1:24am on November 13th, 1998, I was laying in a hospital bed, trying to rest. I had the tv on low, watching news. I had a painful IV in; had eaten two turkey sandwiches; had flipped my husband off because he was snoring away on the couch and I was jealous (and I wanted him to stop snoring--and yes, I was a bit cranky and apologized later on for doing that); and had some weird gel on my cervix supposedly dilating me. In my mind, I would be pushing that baby out while listening to some fantastic mix tapes I made, with my family surrounding me. I'd have absolutely no drugs, being that I'm a strong Indian woman and can do this easily. Right? :) Uhh...things don't always happen like we want them to.
Today is the last day my oldest daughter will be a single digit age. November 14th, she turns 10. She'll be a decade old. I'm in shock and awe that it's gone so fast. We're half way done raising her, and if you consider 18 as adulthood, then we're more than halfway done. I contrast that with my friend Cindy, whose oldest son turns 18 on Monday. I met her when he was about 9 years old and Madeleine was 10 months old. So I've watched her experience the years I'm about to enter, and I see her now celebrating his "adulthood" and easing into letting go. Don't know my thoughts on that yet, I just know that life is so hard to wrap our heads around sometimes.
We have a big two weeks coming up...a surprise bd party for Madeleine on Saturday with girls sleeping over; dress rehearsal week and the run of the show she's in; Thanksgiving at our house this year; and lots of church, sports and family obligations. So if you think about me in the next few weeks, pray for us please!
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