I was walking home from my MRI today, trying not to worry,
when I noticed that the sun was bright and warm, and the buds on the orange
trees are about to burst open and unleash spring all around us. It made me a
little anxious, since I’ve had in my mind all along that this baby will be born
in the spring. If the orange trees are about to bloom, this means that spring is imminent and… that this
baby is going to be born? A moment while I panic.
As you might have figured out by now, it’s not so much having
the baby with us that scares me (I can’t wait to have little quartus here and
for it all to be over!), but everything that surrounds the birth. I don’t like
having a c-section (Duh! Imagine that!) because it’s risky and uncomfortable –
actually, it hurts so much at every stage, that I have no idea how I ever got
through it, ever. I’m worried that there are going to be complications, and I’m
worried that the paperwork that follows the birth – insurance and birth certificates,
passport, etc. - will be even more painful than the actual physical recovery (I
think we both know this is a justified and valid fear).
At the same time, the orange trees smell so nice, I can't help but welcome spring. Thank you, oh Lord, for these our gifts...
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