Friday, May 8, 2009

Today

May 8th. On all my calendars -- the electronic one used at work, the date book I carry around, and the one hanging on our refrigerator at home -- May 8th was THE day. On each one in the box under May 8th you can see "C-section" written in. Yep, today was the day I was supposed to be going in to have my baby. In fact, if my water hadn't broken prematurely, I'd be on my way right now. I was instructed to get there around 10:30 for my 11:30 C-section.

Instead, I'm lying on my couch with my feet elevated because 2 1/2 weeks later and my feet are still so swollen they look like they belong to one of the Flintstones. And while I lie here typing and reading, my little boy is downstairs with his daddy sleeping through a soccer game.

2 comments:

Penny said...

Well, it's only a 2 week difference, right? My feet were swollen for a hella long time after the birth of my daughter. I'm kidn of hoping they don't do that this time around, but I don't know what to expect.

Lollipop Goldstein said...

It's so strange when that day passes. I still think about it every year when the EDD passes.