Today, November 26th is Hilary's birthday. By now she would have been born. She was born on a "dark and stormy night", early this morning.
Well, actually, when I went to sleep at 10:30 PM, there was a beautiful full moon shining through the roof window in West Newbury, where we lived at the time. I was reading on my stomach, and the little being inside it was expressing extreme displeasure. Little did I know, then, that this hubris took the form of turning completely around in utero, setting the stage for a breach birth.
At exactly 12 midnight, the aforesaid person began kicking and kicking, and my water broke. At this point, I jumped up in the air, over the sleeping body next to mine, and completely down the stairs, without touching a stair in the process.
It was a wild 45 minute ride to the hospital. Shortly thereafter, anesthetized up to my chin- but awake, a beautiful pink baby girl was born. "She looks just like a rose", I thought.
The next few days were a blur, though I knew it was snowing like mad, and Thanksgiving would be a few people short. Nevertheless, I marveled, when conscious, of this perfect little being next to me.
Regardless of the fact that, all these years later, I can be a little fuzzy on the actual date, I remember the moment as clearly as if it had happened today!
All these years later– she still is! Just as this beautiful photo of her nephew, below:
Happy birthday, Hilary!
Well, actually, when I went to sleep at 10:30 PM, there was a beautiful full moon shining through the roof window in West Newbury, where we lived at the time. I was reading on my stomach, and the little being inside it was expressing extreme displeasure. Little did I know, then, that this hubris took the form of turning completely around in utero, setting the stage for a breach birth.
At exactly 12 midnight, the aforesaid person began kicking and kicking, and my water broke. At this point, I jumped up in the air, over the sleeping body next to mine, and completely down the stairs, without touching a stair in the process.
It was a wild 45 minute ride to the hospital. Shortly thereafter, anesthetized up to my chin- but awake, a beautiful pink baby girl was born. "She looks just like a rose", I thought.
The next few days were a blur, though I knew it was snowing like mad, and Thanksgiving would be a few people short. Nevertheless, I marveled, when conscious, of this perfect little being next to me.
Regardless of the fact that, all these years later, I can be a little fuzzy on the actual date, I remember the moment as clearly as if it had happened today!
All these years later– she still is! Just as this beautiful photo of her nephew, below:
Happy birthday, Hilary!
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