Today, another threshold to adulthood has been crossed. Sissy got her graduated license this morning. I have already planned her first errands that she will run for me. I have added her to my insurance policy, which was not as bad as I expected it to be. The final step is for me to get me a new car so she can have hers back. It’s almost comforting to me that we will have to share a car for a little while anyway.
The thought of her driving around town without me to help her makes my heart freeze with fear. What if she zones out? What if she is not paying attention and someone hits her? What if she is not paying attention and she hits someone? What if she gets a flat tire and doesn’t know what to do? What if her car breaks down? Will she know what to do?
What is she going to do without me there to help her?
As much as she is growing up, when I see her I still see my little girl. It’s so hard to let go. When I was a young mother, I figured that by the time my kids got to be this age that I would be ready for them to grow up and get out of my house. That’s just not how it works. You think that way when your children are small, but I find myself wondering what in the world my purpose in life is going to be after they are grown.
Isaiah Lawrence Feragola was born on January 22, 2008 at 8:45p.m. weighing in at 7lbs 6oz. He didn’t want to come out, causing the doctor to have to go in after him. That didn’t work out so well either. They ended up having to cut Alicia. No fun at all. Sissy and I had both taken the day off for her to get her driver’s license. Little did I know that the DMV here will not give road tests in the rain. After this devastating setback we headed up to the hospital. So we spent the entire day at the hospital. We had planned a day of celebrating and relaxation in honor of her getting her license. Obviously it didn’t work out that way.
The day nurse was rude and condescending, treating all of us as if we were all dumber than a box of rocks every time one of us asked a question. I don’t know if I have ever been treated that way by a healthcare professional in all my life. Maybe she thought we fell out the dumb tree and hit every branch on the way down, I don’t know. Then Alicia’s epidural was not as effective as it should have been. Even after she got it she was still breathing through her contractions. I thought it was abnormal for her to be in that much pain……… I was right. The lady came in and added some more medicine to her drip. You could really tell a difference. Quickly. Very quickly.
I have given birth twice. I have never before been in a situation where I was at the hospital waiting on someone else to have a baby. I didn’t live in this state when Dejah had her boys. It really sucks to see your sister in so much pain and know there is nothing that can be done. I am so grateful I could be here for the arrival of little Isaiah. Unfortunately, the doctor would not let all of us stay in the room. I can’t imagine why. But it was still great to be at the hospital when he was born, and to get to see him so soon. As soon as my mom came in the waiting room and said that we could all go down and see her and the baby, it was like a pack of wild elephants stampeding. My mother, who is not a forceful person, demanded that we all stop. She stated that the doctors and nurses would not let us in if we took off down the hall like that. We all came to our senses and walked sedately down the hall.
I cant post any pictures yet because the computer I am using is a loaner computer. Which means my photo program is not installed on this computer. Hopefully I will have mine back soon. I will post pics as soon as I am able. Pray for Melissa-out driving in the big ole world by herself. Pray for Alicia, Matthew, and baby Isaiah. Alicia is trying to breastfeed and is having some trouble.