Twenty-one years ago today the final member of our family arrived amid the peaches and cream complexion that comes with a planned C-section. She was a pretty flawless baby too!
With my second girl and fourth child I was able to relax and enjoy her once I was in recovery and happily took her in my arms as soon as I was allowed to and marvelled at her perfect cupid’s bow!
I was content, we’d got through Christmas with a six year old, a three year old and a two year old. I’d sorted all my photos and put them in the photo albums, baby books were up to date for another year, all the files had been switched in the garage and new calendars with birthdays marked, were hanging on the kitchen and bedroom walls.
Another birthday for me had been lived through and largely eclipsed by my intrusive belly, the ball had dropped and I enjoyed the first day of the New Year knowing my lazy day with three youngsters, would not be disturbed by an ill-timed contraction.
I was ready to make the acquaintance of the final member of the McNeny clan and get away from real life for a few days.
On this day, 21 years ago, my obstetrician was uncharacteristically late. He said it was the first time he had ever overslept for a job…I believed him then, he was young, but I am sure he has overslept plenty of times in the ensuing 21 years!
I had no-where else to go, nothing planned except imminent birth so I waited with husband and nurses sitting attentively around my bed.
Long before lunch I was being pampered in my private room getting to know my new, baby-sweet daughter. The physiotherapist and lactation specialist had been dismissed and we received our visitors like royalty.
Each sibling had to hold her. Against my breast she looked tiny and fragile, precariously perched on her sister’s lap she looked like a bruiser!
My oldest commented the other day when he held his best friends new baby of less than 24 hours,
“I’ve never held a baby that young before…”
I reminded him that he had indeed held babies that young before, as the eldest, he had held his younger brother and his younger sisters!
“Well, not that I can remember…’ he ammended.
“No, not that you can remember,” I agreed.
This morning my brand new twenty-one year old asked if we needed her to go and buy some beer?
Her cupid’s bow is still as beautiful as ever when she smiles!
Happy Birthday Daughts!
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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