9/5/11
Well,
today is Labor Day and I actually woke up this morning wondering if today would
be the day that I went into labor.. I am quite pleased to say that I did not,
though I am more than ready and willing to leave this hospital. I will continue
to be patient though as I understand the importance and significance of my time
here for both myself and Sophie.. In my mind, I thought today would be a rather
uneventful day, though I should have known better since Clifton had the day
off. This was guaranteed to be a day of laughter.
It
started off like any other day. I awoke to my breakfast tray beside my bed,
though I did not wake up on my own terms. Being that I didn't fall asleep until
2 this morning, I thought that I would sleep later than I normally do, but that
was not the case. Around 9:30, the housekeeper, Ms. Naomi knocked on the door
to clean the room. I pretended as though I didn't hear the knocks, hoping that
she would peek in and see that I was sound asleep; however, Clifton responded
to her knocks and told her to come in. I bet he regretted that after she came
in and TURNED ALL THE LIGHTS ON! lmbo.. Feeling as though I was asleep under
stadium lights or under a spotlight, I figured I may as well get up and get
moving since there was no more zz's to be had. After a casual good morning
conversation with Ms. Naomi, I ate my breakfast and prepared to be put on the
monitors to hear my little acorn's heartbeat. I'm guessing Clifton had the same
thoughts going through his mind as he too got up and got moving for the day. He
left for a few hours to run the errands that I normally would (paying rent,
making deposits, etc.) and to check on the apartment while Sophie and I
remained under hospital arrest.
Upon
Clifton's return, we took turns allowing the television to watch us while we
took our afternoon naps--mine a little shorter than his. As I waited for Mr.
Graham to awake from his slumber, I enjoyed watching the US Open, counting
Sophia's kicks/hiccups (not sure which), and searching for a convertible
crib/nursery set online. As Clifton continued to rest, my day nurse, Anna,
brought in my dinner tray. On tonight's menu, turkey spaghetti (also known as
chicken tetrazini, turnip greens (spinach), escalloped apples (nasty!),
cornbread, tossed salad, cheesecake with cherry top, milk, and iced tea. I knew
that Clifton would be awake soon. After last week's Monday night dinner, the
cheesecake was all the rave! He patiently waited all week to have cheesecake
again and even stayed later than he wanted to at the hospital today just so he
could enjoy his highly anticipated Monday night sweet-though he had talked
about leaving hours before dinner arrived. Once awake, Clifton inhaled the
cheesecake only to say that the one last week was better! Too funny.. I decided
that this would be a good time to leave the room on an outing since I had
stayed in most of the day yesterday minus a brief snack run.
Broken Board and Bellyache
As
Clifton and I prepared to leave the room for our journey, I walked over to the
wheelchair to take my seat. (For those who don't know, I am allowed to leave
the room, by wheelchair only, twice a day accompanied by a hospital aide or
visitor). As I took my seat, I could not have anticipated the bellyaching
laughter that was in store. As I lowered myself into the chair, my elbow banged
against my dry erase board, sending it crashing to the floor in 2 different
pieces, scattering the marker and cloth that rested on it. Clifton laughed and
asked me how I did it, and I quickly explained. The bellyaching laughter was
yet to begin.. Clifton picked up the pieces and attempted to put the board back
on the wall and did so somewhat successfully. I was not pleased with his effort
and decided to do some fixing of my own. Clifton set the towel on top of the
DVD player and the marker on top of the board afraid to put anything on the
unstable board. I just knew I could set everything back to its original state
and location. In my know-it-all tone, I told him that it was an easy fix and
latched the tray on to the bottom of the board. I proceeded to grab the marker
and subsequently lay it on the tray and splat--both the marker and the tray
crashed to the ground--immediate laughter and tears ensued! All Clifton could
do was laugh, shake his head, and say, 'I told you' as I continued to laugh for
the next 5-10 minutes. I continued to laugh and grab my tummy as he pushed me
out of the room and down the hall to the elevators to begin our outing.
Beginning
When
we returned from our journey to the cafeteria, I returned a phone call from a
church member, Trudy. On our last date, the Friday before I checked into
L&D, she told me that her daughter, Chelsea, would be joining her first
soccer team soon. I was ecstatic! As a former soccer player, it always brings a
smile to my face to hear of a young child showing interest in playing
soccer-it's a great sport! Trudy, Chelsea, and Chris came to see me last week
and Chelsea and I talked about her impending soccer career. I let her know that
the Jackson State Women's Soccer team (GO JSU TIGERS) recently started their
soccer season and would love to meet a beginner like her. Chelsea could go out
there and meet some professional college soccer players, possibly be a ball
girl, and maybe even get a few autographs! Chelsea's smile spread from ear to
ear and her eyes grew bright! She squealed, 'They want to meet me? A beginner?'
And I said yup, as she sat giddy with excitement and pleasantly surprised.
During today's conversation,
Trudy informed me that they would be going to the store to buy Chelsea's first
pair of cleats, her shinguards, and her first soccer ball. I just had to
include it as part of the blog after their visit last week. I asked Trudy to
take pics and possible some video so that I could write about it and include
Chelsea's beginning as part of today's blog. Here are some pictures of a
possible soccer star at the very beginning of her career:
Pics
coming soon :)
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