it was a quiet day after the birthday. morgana and chanda had a duncan dance class, after which we went to lionbrand yarn with camille to pick out yarn for two scarves: one for marlene (the acting teacher) and one for steve (the orchestra teacher). when we got home chanda and i worked on fractions and multiplication tables, italian and handwriting. morgana . . , she went home with camille and helped with sewing the costumes for the homeschooling play. and korrina? she had a cold and slept a little before working on her chemistry.
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after doing her work, chanda and i watched anne of green gables, during which i finally began casting on for the next shawl i'm making. i'll have to do a post about that. and about the scarves.
i've been feeling very nostalgic for this birthday celebration of korrina's. exactly seventeen years ago i was in labor with her at the maternity center on 93rd street on the upper east side. sunday morning. they gave me until 9:30 am to push her out or they would transfer me. she was born at 9:29 am. it was a long and exhausting night. i had never, ever felt so tired. my arms ached. everything ached. and she was so beautiful. she slept on greg's chest as we both took morning naps. before we fell asleep, greg went out to a deli on madison avenue to get me a shrimp salad sandwich (my request!). i hadn't really eaten since . . friday! my water had broken around 9 am on saturday morning. i don't remember eating on saturday at all . . except to take some castor oil to stimulate contractions. i remember wondering . . what would labor be like?
i remember thinking . . it's like jumping into a huge pool of water and you have no idea what temperature the water is. i have to say: i loved birthing my babies. they're the joy of my life. but, (sigh), they are no longer babies! how sweet memory is.
