I've been thinking a lot about this old blog of ours lately and figured it was time to resurrect it. I tried to remember how long it had been since I last posted here and was a little bit mortified to see that our last entry was dated May 23, 2008! We're terrible, Muriel.
Since that time, you've married the love of your life and I've had a baby. Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'...into the future...
Having been home a week now since Ellie was born, I find myself missing a few things about being in the hospital:
- Regular meals. Meals that someone else plans and prepares, then delivers to my bedside. Meals that require no thought or effort on my part, other than the strain of picking up the fork. The food itself was just okay...but the convenience was pure bliss.
- Having people who checked in with me regularly to ask, "Do you need anything? Water? Juice? Narcotics?" Granted, they also did their fair share of poking and prodding - but I could live with that.
- Crushed ice. I think it should be a right of every citizen. I miss it so much it hurts.
Julie
