tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015963187078742471.post7145562922942493397..comments2023-07-19T03:41:25.717-07:00Comments on I Regret Nothing: Home again, home again!Duckshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13340492286877577729noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015963187078742471.post-37532260116893416642010-11-15T11:40:48.568-08:002010-11-15T11:40:48.568-08:00Oh Betsy, that must have been scary. For us, ther...Oh Betsy, that must have been scary. For us, there wasn't time to be afraid before the situation became merely banal and annoying: we knew what was going on from the get-go because there were instantly people in our room trying to solve the problem of the malfunctioning sensor. (Of course, there was a fire alarm when they were trying to induce me, too, but the nurse told us it happened all the time, so we weren't very serious about it.) <br /><br />The crying has become a fact of life; although I am not dwelling on sad things and am not depressed, I am prone to weeping jags right now at the slightest provocation -- and to uncharacteristic strength and cheer in the face of serious obstacles, I find. Thank God for letting me vent my strains in small and harmless situations and perform gracefully under pressure! <br /><br />I continue to adore your blog. Hugs to all your brood, and best wishes. It sounds like such fun to have playing-age children, and I cannot wait! :)Duckshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13340492286877577729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1015963187078742471.post-90753378131510734742010-11-15T05:50:01.041-08:002010-11-15T05:50:01.041-08:00Wow! What a roller coaster ride that must have bee...Wow! What a roller coaster ride that must have been. You know a fire alarm went out when I was having my first daughter. It was when my husband had finally gotten away for a break, and a snack, and he couldn't get back to me because they had locked down everything. He was sure he was going to miss the birth. Meanwhile my sister was alone with me, smelling smoke, which turned out to be burning piece of toast in the maternity kitchen, and trying to figure out how she was going to get both of us out the window. It makes me smile now, but it was crazy at the time. Good luck with the hormone swings and crying at anything. If I remember correctly, I felt like the skinless woman for months after having my first. Honestly, I still feel that way a lot. Ah motherhood ...:)Betsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03146269455952869492noreply@blogger.com