So tomorrow is D-Day. Delivery Day. Maybe. If Jack decides to play nice. Regardless, tomorrow, labor will be induced, so it will mean that Jack will be here sometime this week. Assuming he isn't completely stubborn.
Obviously, I don't remember much about my delivery. And by much, I mean anything. I do, however know what my mom told me. I was born at around 9:45 in the morning, and my delivery was short. My parents really wanted a boy, and the doctor knew this. Everybody thought that I was a boy. When I arrived, my doctor said in a really excited voice "It's a..... IT'S A...................... ....girl." Also my hair was black and formed a widow's peak on my baby face. My parents were very confused about where their Elvis vampire baby came from. I wish I knew more.
As I look into the future and all the uncertainty of the next couple of months surrounds me, I wonder if my mother felt the same way. Granted, by the time I came around, she had already broken her teeth on Baby #1, but there must have been different uncertainties that plagued her.. How do you change the diapers for 2 babies? I know that even as we entered into adulthood, she was unsure of her ability to give both of us enough love. I wish that I had done more to reassure her that a mother's love wasn't a zero sum game, and by giving me love it didn't mean that Anne had less love and vice versa.
I do know that tomorrow, she will be with me, as a mother's love doesn't end with death.
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