On Friday at Peets in PA, I saw the woman anesthesiologist who gave me my awesome spinal for D's birth. It was perfect. It wasn't the horrifying - I'm suffocating - feeling that I had with S's birth that left me a crumpled mental mess. I could still move my feet and the numbness stopped at my chest. Anyway, I saw her and stopped her to say thank you. She looked surprised but then smiled. I chattered at her for about 5 minutes and she got to see D and S strewn about me at my table. It was a nice moment. I'm glad I got to see her. Yay.
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I'm tired of being sick. Everyone is sick at my house right now - including little D - his tiny nostrils clogged with baby boogers. Sad. So we're just waiting for summer to melt this terrible mucous hold on our house. Gross me out the door.
