A Mere Six Years Ago ...

Six years ago ...
around midnight ...
I talked to my midwife and we agreed I was in labor, but not too far along in labor, since I was still jokey and chatty. I decided to go upstairs to sleep for awhile, and make sure that my stop-and-start contractions weren't going to stop again. I promised I'd call back when things got serious.

And so I slept.

I would wake up in the middle of a strong contraction, unable to talk, and think, "Must Tell Lunar!" ... but then as the contraction would fade I would doze back off, until the next one.

Finally, after who knows how long, I woke up enough to mumble "call the midwife!" and hurry off to the bathroom, myself. In the bathroom I realized my body wanted to push. When The Grand Lunar returned, I said I thought we might've waited too long to call. I lay on the bed with my feet up trying hard not to push.

A few contractions later I said, "what's that, the bag of waters bulging?"

But this was no bag of water, what with little eyes and a nose, and a whole body soon to follow.

We tried hard to remember our "sudden birth" instructions. I sat up and wrapped a blanket around me and the baby while I nursed, and not too long after my parents arrived. It wasn't until mom asked whether it was a boy or girl that we realized, in all the excitement, that we hadn't checked. It was a boy.

Not long after that, the midwife arrived.

What a sweet, cute kid. He had fluffy little curls when he finally got hair, and big brown eyes like the Grand Lunar.

Today, as he turns six, he's handsome, silly, sweet, and sensitive. I love my Tobi-Wan.