Monday, March 19, 2012
A Good Day
I've been having this pain in my right shoulder/back area that has gotten worse and worse. It's to the point that last night it was almost making me feel a little nauseous. Well, the pain or the salmon casserole. I do not think it was the casserole which was awesome if you want to know the truth.
Anyway, around nine-thirty I admitted defeat and popped a purloined pain pill (can I alliterate or what?) went and got in bed with a book which was NOT The Stranger's Child which I did finally finish at four-thirty-a.m. yesterday morning (and what a relief THAT was) but which was an Alexander McCall Smith book. It is one of his Isabel Dalhousie books and as my pain diminished and I fell into Isabel's world of philosophical ethics, sleuthing, and family, I felt like I was in heaven.
And then I slept and I slept all night and it WAS heaven and I woke up this morning and my golly! it is still heaven.
And. And. And.
Lily called and she's been having contractions since around 3:30 a.m. Now. The train may or may not have actually left the station as they have not established a regular pattern but they were strong enough to wake her up and remind her of what labor feels like.
She and Jason had promised Owen that they would take him to the bouncy-place today which I am assuming is some magical kid establishment where they have lots of bouncy things and Jessie has gone into town to go with them because they are going. I reminded Lily that she needs rest, rest, REST but of course, she promised her boy and she wants to go with him and as long as she can walk and talk we can only assume that labor is not really quite here but she can perhaps see the train coming down the track.
God. We hope.
It would be a beautiful day to have a baby or to be in labor, at least.
And my back would be grateful. I have not felt overtly anxious but I think I am putting it all quite quietly into my back, that knot of pain there, and I am fairly sure I'm not going to really relax until Lily is holding her baby and all is well.
Not that Lily needs to have her baby so that my back will quit hurting. But...you know.
Well. We shall see, won't we?
Speaking of trains, two have gone by already this morning. The chickens are out, scratching away, the dogwoods are blooming, the tung trees too. It is Monday morning and the world is busy. I can hear trucks downshifting to go over the tracks, I can hear birds singing and twittering and the bees are tenderly molesting the wisteria and the tung and the amaryllis and every living thing is shining in this morning's good light.
I'll keep you posted.
Yours truly...Grandmother Moon