Monday, February 18, 2008

Happy birthday, Baby Girl!

Okay, you're not a baby, but you're my only daughter, so that automatically makes you my baby girl.

Thirty-six years ago tonight you were born, during a huge snowstorm and after only 2.5 hours labor, my first child. This was back when the doctors still sedated the hell out of women (I know, you wish that your kids were born during that mindset) and I couldn't move from the waist down. Push? Huh? How? Using what muscles? I couldn't feel them.

The doctor had also forgotten just how nearsighted I am, and he held you up for me to see you. Then he remembered, so he touched you to my nose. I know that fact thrills you; maybe that's why bleach wipies play such a huge part in your life. Then you were wisked away to the nursery. It was a bit before I actually got to hold you. I'd been waiting so long for that moment.

But I'd heard your cry, and every time they brought the babies down the hall to their mommies, I could tell which one was you. (This was also before rooming in was even allowed, probably not even thought of in our small town.) You were my beautiful baby girl, and I loved you so much.

You're still my beautiful girl, and I still love you so much. Happy birthday, sweetie.


Anonymous said...

Betty says.....

Happy Birthday J!

And Happy Birth Day, Rita!

Anonymous said...

Betty says....


36????? Impossible!

Aren't WE that age??

rita said...

No, we're younger than that! Much younger. Inside. At least, I hope.

Thank you!

Antevasin said...

It was my baby girl's birthday too..and she is literally my baby girl, my youngest! The only one of my three that I got to do Lamaze with...wasn't I a brave girl to try something new at the time?
Now she is having babies of her own and I feel like the luckiest woman in the world!
Happy Birthday to our beautiful daughters, and to us Rita!

rita said...

How wonderful! How old is your daughter? Interesting that we "met" so close to our daughters' birthday!

Lamaze hit our city three months after my son was born, but I was prepared; I read a book and did the exercises. Yep, we were brave! But then my labor with him was less than 40 minutes, most of which I was trying to hold him inside.....

Being a grandmother is the best thing in the world. I love my grandchildren.