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I’ve kind of been out of the loop on a lot of stuff the past couple of weeks so I spend my time trying to catch up on things. I went to the doctor Tuesday and came out with a good report. The pneumonia is all gone and I’m just in tip top shape. But he wants to do a physical so I’ll do that in the next two weeks. I told him I really didn’t like to come see him because his job is to find something wrong. He says his job is to fix anything wrong but of course, he has to find something before he can fix it. So I think I won that one.
My doctor is pretty nice guy. We’ve known him for 26-27 years. He delivered my youngest child, our only son. And as baby birthing goes, it was the best experience out of the three. The first two were born before doctors believed that women could actually birth a baby, so I had no input into the whole thing. My first was crowning when they tied my hands down and slapped a mask on me and put me to sleep. All the time I’m saying, “Hey, I can do this. Give me one minute!” But, being a woman, I didn’t know what I was talking about. My second one was born in Memphis, Tn at Baptist hospital; the biggest and best in the mid south. But she was born before the law suite was settled allowing fathers into the labor room and mothers to be awake when having a baby. If we’d waited another year we might have had a natural childbirth. Now the youngest was hard but the best. No meds, Dan and I just breathing and pushing and crying together while our doctor just waited and caught the baby. It was wonderful for me and hard for Dan…I might have gotten a little *****y during labor.
But, this blog is supposed to be about something else. I was visiting my son yesterday when we started talking about Christmas. Well, my kids are not exchanging gifts this year. They are just getting gifts for the kids (grandkids). But we all think of our youngest as a kid, although he’s 25. So as we’re talking he tells me how poor he and his girlfriend are and how for each other they got a name off the Angel Tree to buy gifts for. They picked a 5 year old girl who wants Dora the Explorer stuff and a bike. They had already bought 2 outfits, Dora games, Dora toys, and some small stuff but had not gotten a bike yet. He wasn’t sure if they would have the money to buy a bike. I was so stinking proud of him I started to cry! What a sweet guy. Well, at least in that sense. But my second daughter is going in with them to buy the bike for their Angel Tree girl. How much better than buying a cheap cd or bottle of perfume for one of his sisters? How better to celebrate Christmas? I thought I’d raised a good boy, but it turns out I’ve raised a good man.