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What was I doing 42 years ago today? Actually . . . nothing much. But I remember what I was feeling.
For four days in a row, I had been sitting around feeling blue and sad and homesick for my two-year-old toddler. You see, my mother had swooped down on me on Monday and snatched my little son away and took him to the farm. I was 9 1/2 months pregnant and I was ready to deliver any moment. My dear mother hated the thought of perhaps having to drive to my house in the middle of the night to get Dan, if I went into labor. So, to be safe, she came and got him a "few" days early so she and Dad and my two little brothers could play with and enjoy being around my kiddo. But I was missing him so badly, I couldn't get the rest I needed. What a dilemma.
When Dan was born, there was no problem like that. He was our everything, and as long as I was with him, I was fine. There were no other little ones at home to worry about. Back in those day, the usual hospital stay for having a baby was five days! Can you imagine? Well, Baby Oliphant and I learned to get to know each other and rest and relax before it was time to go home.
Okay. So around Thursday, September 16th, I'm starting to feel like things were starting to happen. Oh joy! I was anxious to see my new son (I was 100% sure we were having another boy). Around 11 P.M. it was time to head to the hospital. So that is that is what was happening 42 years ago today!
The good part is, on Friday, September 17th, about 9:50 A.M., I got to meet the sweetest little girl in the world. I guess I was a bit off in guessing we would have another son. Looking at her little face and her mop of hair, I never imagined what an important person she would be in my life.
FYI My mom got Dan on Monday. Jenna was born on a Friday. After three days in the hospital, I insisted that they release me early because I was missing my son so badly. They did! But that was a long stretch without seeing Dan, since minors couldn't come to see patients back then. Now the whole family (husband, parents, in-laws, kids, friends) are standing around watching the miracle of birth. Uh, no thanks on that.
So, tomorrow my daughter will be 42. And as usual, her son will present her with a birthday card in which he has lavishly printed 'LUNCH IS ON ME" and in which he has put some money. Of course, his idea of taking Mom out for lunch is to his "favorite restaurant in the whole world" . . . Burger King.
So Happy Birthday, Darling Daughter. Life keeps getting better and better because of you.
One final note today. What does this picture remind you of?
What was I doing 42 years ago today? Actually . . . nothing much. But I remember what I was feeling.
For four days in a row, I had been sitting around feeling blue and sad and homesick for my two-year-old toddler. You see, my mother had swooped down on me on Monday and snatched my little son away and took him to the farm. I was 9 1/2 months pregnant and I was ready to deliver any moment. My dear mother hated the thought of perhaps having to drive to my house in the middle of the night to get Dan, if I went into labor. So, to be safe, she came and got him a "few" days early so she and Dad and my two little brothers could play with and enjoy being around my kiddo. But I was missing him so badly, I couldn't get the rest I needed. What a dilemma.
When Dan was born, there was no problem like that. He was our everything, and as long as I was with him, I was fine. There were no other little ones at home to worry about. Back in those day, the usual hospital stay for having a baby was five days! Can you imagine? Well, Baby Oliphant and I learned to get to know each other and rest and relax before it was time to go home.
Okay. So around Thursday, September 16th, I'm starting to feel like things were starting to happen. Oh joy! I was anxious to see my new son (I was 100% sure we were having another boy). Around 11 P.M. it was time to head to the hospital. So that is that is what was happening 42 years ago today!
The good part is, on Friday, September 17th, about 9:50 A.M., I got to meet the sweetest little girl in the world. I guess I was a bit off in guessing we would have another son. Looking at her little face and her mop of hair, I never imagined what an important person she would be in my life.
FYI My mom got Dan on Monday. Jenna was born on a Friday. After three days in the hospital, I insisted that they release me early because I was missing my son so badly. They did! But that was a long stretch without seeing Dan, since minors couldn't come to see patients back then. Now the whole family (husband, parents, in-laws, kids, friends) are standing around watching the miracle of birth. Uh, no thanks on that.
So, tomorrow my daughter will be 42. And as usual, her son will present her with a birthday card in which he has lavishly printed 'LUNCH IS ON ME" and in which he has put some money. Of course, his idea of taking Mom out for lunch is to his "favorite restaurant in the whole world" . . . Burger King.
So Happy Birthday, Darling Daughter. Life keeps getting better and better because of you.
One final note today. What does this picture remind you of?
I call this "The Kissing Tree" because every time I look at it, I see a couple sharing a kiss. Perhaps I have a titch too much imagination . . . ya think?
GOD BLESS YOU ALL AND GOD BLESS OUR COUNTRY
GOD BLESS YOU ALL AND GOD BLESS OUR COUNTRY
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