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The Daily Post this morning wants to know: What’s the most time you’ve ever spent apart from your favorite person? Tell us about it.

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That would have to be when I gave birth to Brandon. After six years of trying to get pregnant and one miscarriage, we were over the moon! Threw ourselves into Lamaze classes with total abandoned. In fact, Drollery used to get a kick out of calling me at work and blurting out: “contraction begins” when I answered the phone. There was more than once I was in the middle of helping a customer but did it anyway! All of a sudden lapsing into deep, heavy breathing must have made more than one of them think I was getting an obscene phone call! 😀

But when push came to shove (no pun intended), we never got to use our perfected technique. I ended up quite ill with toxemia and the doc felt it was too dangerous for me to go through labor. I ended up having a c-section. And at that time hubbies were NOT allowed into the delivery room as they are today, so Drollery was miserable. We had wanted to experience this birth together.

All grown up and on his honeymoon...

All grown up and on his honeymoon…

I didn’t get to hold Bran for three days as I had IV’s in both arms and was basically out of it. The day after he was born our Lamaze coach found Drollery standing in the hall outside my room crying. She thought I’d died! No one had told him he could actually go IN the nursery and hold the baby. We both had yet to hold him. She took care of that.

But it was a long hospital stay. Ten days. It certainly didn’t turn out the way we planned. I am, however, proud to say that after 37 years we can STILL do the Lamaze thing where Drollery knows how to put me to sleep in a pinch VERY well. Comes in handy sometimes after nightmares! (Seriously! I am SO NOT kidding! 😮 )


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What’s the most time you’ve ever spent apart from your favorite person? Tell us about it.