Over thirty years ago tonight (actual number is secret so that my daughter [pictured above] doesn't kill me for giving away her true age) I was in day 2 of my 45 hour labor. It began at 6:00 a.m. on Monday morning and ended Wednesday morning at 3:02 a.m. I didn't go to the hospital until Tuesday evening because the contractions hadn't been consistent until that time. Once I was admitted, the nurse asked me if I wanted something for pain. I said yes, thinking in terms of an aspirin or something. She gave me a shot and that was all I remembered until after the delivery. I awoke fully the next morning with a black eye. When I asked where that came from I was told that I had kept banging my head against the rail on the side of the bed. I've always had a theory that I cussed the doctors and nurses out and someone had finally bopped me one to shut me up. The problem with the type of anesthesia that they gave then (maybe still do) was that it doesn't take the pain away, but you don't remember any of it. It just takes away all of your inhibitions about screaming and carrying on. Weird huh?? I had wanted to be awake for the birth, not be a raving lunatic.
Warren brought up the boxes from the garage today and I took down all the Christmas decorations. He then put all the boxes back in the garage. I also made a soup from all root vegetables; potatoes, sweet potatoes, carrots, parsnips, turnips and onions. I like to make this in the winter because I find it to be very grounding as well as wonderfully aromatic.
After the soup was done, I put together the lasagna that I'll bake tomorrow. We were just busy, busy, busy all day.
Next weekend I'm going on a woman's retreat from Friday evening through lunch on Sunday. I'm looking forward to that. I hope your evening is warm and restful.
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