So, I remember when my baby sister was born. Mom had to have a C-section, and it had to happen between Christmas and New Year's Day. There is some story about an infection and Mom having to stay in the hospital for extra days. I really missed my mom. Grandma came to stay with us on New Year's Eve,and I treasure the memory of sobbing into my Grandma's bosom, soooo missing my mama. Daddy took us to visit her, but we couldn't go inside....back in the day, before they built that fantasmic Birthing Center at Overlake, there was this side wing, one story and with easy access to the windows. So Daddy realized we were having mama withdrawal, and he took us to visit her. We climbed the hillside to Mom's window, and she probably suffered much pain to get out of bed and come to the window and hold her sobbing daughter's hand.
And now, 40 years later:
Oh! Did I mention the fact that we are at my house again? Yeah....not a big deal, just the family joke. Everytime we think we are going out to dinner, we end up here. I guess it keeps my house clean!
