Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Ode To A Tiger



She was supposed to arrive on the eighteenth. But, she doesn’t like to rush at the last minute, so she came early, and surprised us. Until the night of the twelfth, this pregnancy thing was like a game. Like playing house. You be the daddy and I’ll be the mommy.

The daddy had fallen asleep on the couch. We’d been to our neighbour’s for a dinner party. The food had all been delicious, so falling asleep was easy. The mommy got up to go to the kitchen, pausing to remove his glasses from the daddy. As she continued on her way she seemed to have an accident, without any warning. How embarrassing! Then she realized,
“That’s no accident. Oh-my-God! That’s a damn bursting! Oh! Oh! Oh! What to do? It’s too early….Get a towel….Oh! Get three! Wake up!”

On the ride to the hospital, reality set in. This is no game. This is the real thing. Vague snatches of childbirth classes swam through my head. Assurances that women had been doing this for thousands of years. The constant need to BREATHE!

Piece of cake.

Suddenly I was scared. What if I couldn’t do it? What if I was the biggest coward the world had ever seen and just couldn’t go through with it?

On the other hand, what choice did I have?

“You just have to remember to breathe,” intoned the daddy, knowledgeably. Hmmph! What did he know? Easy to be calm and rational when you’re not the one with Kern County’s prize-winning pumpkin under your bellybutton.

The nurses were business-like and friendly and matter of fact…...

Nothing was happening. Apparently, having a Niagara Falls simulation in your living room doesn’t mean, contrary to popular belief, that you are going to have a baby. At least not right away. They sent the daddy home, and poked and prodded the mommy, and subjected her to all manner of indignities.

Finally, in the middle of the following afternoon, she made her grand entrance, weighing in at nine pounds, three ounces. Ouch.

It was a Monday, and she was indeed fair of face.
And lusty of lung, prompting the daddy to shake his head with pride, and say
“What a Tiger!”

To me she looked more like an Elizabeth. In fact, exactly like an Elizabeth.
And that is her official name. But she’ll always be our Tiger. Today is her birthday.

Happy Birthday Tiger!

15 comments:

meggie said...

Happy Birthday to Liz, Tiger extraordinaire.
Great post Molly!

Stomper Girl said...

Happy birthday to Liz, and well done Molly for birthing a nine-plus pounder.

riseoutofme said...

What? Another catlet post?

She's a beautiful. all-growed up kitten now Molly.

Well done, Mommy Tiger.

jkhenson said...

Love your story telling, Molly! And Happy Birthday to the Tiger. :) Congrats to the pumpkin holder. :)

daysgoby said...

Happy Day, Molly!

I'll go tell Liz Many Happy Returns of the Day now!

Thimbleanna said...

Happy Birthday Elizabeth! And Happy Birthday to you too Molly! You did all the work, you should get some of the wishes! Love, love, love the name Elizabeth!

Zanna, travelling tart, now back in residence said...

Molly what a lovely story and a wonderful way to celebrate Elizabeth's birthday. Hope she has a greaty day.
Z xx

velcro said...

Happy Birthday Liz, and ouch to Molly

sMC said...

Happy Birthday Liz and don't the years fly past Molly.

Tanya Brown said...

Happy Birthday, Liz! And yes, ouch to Molly. Ugh, labor after one's waters have broken ... ugh.

Tracey Petersen said...

I may be a tad late, but the birthday wishes are still heartfelt!

Liz said...

What a lovely daughter you have there! :-). You've kindly left out the best part where you brought me home and I peed all over you!

Anne said...

Great story - I enjoyed reading abaiout the arrival of your daughter!

Lanne said...

Happy BIRTH day.

eastcoastdweller said...

Aww.

It's true that this experience has been repeated literally billions of times in history -- but that doesn't lessen the miracle.