This day last year

It’s mid-evening, March 17.

This time last year I was lying on a hospital bed in a delivery room, two monitors strapped across my belly and a machine next to me like a seismograph printing out the magnitude of my labour tremors.  I think my legs were probably trembling just as badly, they certainly felt like jelly earlier in the evening when the head of the obstetrics department told me I could be having a baby within hours.  I was really, really frightened, and hoping against hope that the medication they had given me would stop my labour so I could go home until my baby was actually big enough to be born properly.

Tonight I baked sesame shortbreads for Talia’s birthday on Thursday, and read a lot of chatter posted by other premmie mothers who I now think of as friends, even though I’ve met almost none of them in person.  Things didn’t go to plan last year, but thankfully, like the best sort of stories, it seems to have all turned out OK.