I need to do one more post about my baby starting high school.
It has to happen. Indulge me. I need it. Because I think I’m going to break down.
She was just born – yesterday. I remember it very clearly, and I have an awful memory, trust me – I don’t remember what happened this past weekend.
She was a week early. We were living in New York City in a one bedroom walk-up. My husband was on the couch – because we’d just had a great, big fight and i had kicked him out of bed. I don’t remember what the argument was about but I’m sure I was right. I went into labor at 5am.
We hopped a cab to the hospital – my water broke around 82nd street. I’m sure worse things have happened in a cab. We tipped him well.
Then it’s a blur – involving a revolving epidural and some really great nurses.
And at 9:00 on the dot – she was there. Botoxed lips and all. And then everything started on fast forward…
And today – she’s off to high school – 9th grade – 4 years away from college…gulp. Maybe she won’t go to college, maybe she’ll stay with me forever? Pray for that.
I’m proud, I’m happy, I’m sad, I’m proud.
If I could will the universe to make things good for her I would – but she doesn’t need it. I need it. I need it bad.
Thank god I still have my 10 foot tall baby boy.
