My first girl, Grey, turned six today. We all spent the day at the Children’s Museum playing and playing and playing. We had the best day in a long time. No deadlines, no place to be, nothing but focus on having a good time and celebrating Grey.
Most of you who read my blog know Grey well. But, some of you may not. Grey is very in touch with other people’s feelings, she is lively and curious. She is sweet and spends a good deal of her time in the clouds talking to fairies, her grandmother (who passed well before she was ever born), her dead cats and really anyone or anything she might think should give a listen.
I was thinking about the day she was born all day today. She was a week or more late and I was desperate to have her. I had been to the doc that Friday and he said that he would schedule my induction for the next week because there was no way I would go on my own. I cried all the way home. I had gained 55 pounds and was miserable. I was so miserable, I stopped at Walgreens and bought Castor oil. I drank it at a stop light and almost threw up. Any way, we had supper club that night at Lori’s house. (When we lived in the boro’, we were blessed with many friends who got together once a month for Friday night dinner.) They all knew I was miserable, so everyone of them gathered around and did a labor dance for me. I was in the center of the dance and I laughed so hard I thought I would have Grey right there. Henry and I eventually left to go to another party. I couldn’t take it so I left him there and went home. Within a few hours I was calling to get him home. By noon on Saturday Grey was here.
Meeting Grey was the most inexplicable experience of my life. All I could think of was that the little thing I held in my arms was made by me and Henry out of some random cells. She was and still is a miracle.