Thursday, August 23, 2007
How This Week Went
Kate and Emma in a time when this week was a distant point in the future.
A woman in labor has no secrets.
Almost 20 years ago I stood over a hospital bed holding a sharp surgical instrument in one gloved hand and the throbbing umbilical cord that still connected my firstborn child to her mother, in the other. Around the bed a bevy of nurses comforted and tended my wife who had just given birth to baby Katie. I was a little shell shocked having just witnessed THE most incredible spectacle in my life. The last time I had seen this much blood and "stuff" I was butchering a wild boar.
Dr. Biggerstaff, the OB/GYN doctor, nodded at me, "Go ahead and cut it."
And I did.
It was amazingly strong as I recall, much like cutting through garden hose with sharp scissors.
I remember hoping that the two of them would not hold a grudge for my formal separation of their close prenatal relationship, but it was only a matter of time anyway as the placenta was already vacating the premises.
I guess that was the first time one of the girl's moved "out".
If you read this blog, you know that I have been whining all week about my girls moving out of the house and into their college lives.
I'm not done.
Yesterday, the combined forces of our family and Corinne 's(Em's dearest pal and roomie) family managed to get both girls settled into their cell ... I mean, "dormroom". For a while, there were 8 people bustling about inside this tiny room, putting together shelves, moving beds about, and unpacking stuff.
Home Sweet Home.
Finally, around 9:30 pm, the moment came when the room was done, a long 120 mile ride awaited, and to stay any longer was merely postponing the inevitable.
So we hugged long and tight, remoistened our contacts avec eau naturale, and finally ... reluctantly, let go.
They're going to be fine.
So will I.