Since it took several eons to get the birth story post up, these are old stories from the hospital stay that I mean to write back in October. You see how that worked out. But they amused me at the time and I still want to share.
The morning after Ella was born, a med tech rolls in bright and early with a hearing screening machine. This girl looks to be 20 years old. Her mouth is full of orthodontia and I can barely understand her.
I question why she is here because the guidelines suggest waiting until 24 hours after birth. Sam failed his initial newborn hearing screening because he was tested too soon and had to do it again so I know about these things. She laughs and says it doesn't matter, they do it this early all the time. And so this question seems to open the window for small talk.
She asks me if this is my first. How I adore this question. No, my fifth.
YOUR FIFTH?!?! HOW OLD ARE YOU?
40? No way. 40! Really? You don't look forty. 40?! You are old enough to be my mother.
40? I can't believe it! You really don't look forty. You really are old enough to be my mother!
Wow! 40. Huh. 40. You look so young. I'll bet you're the cool mom!
Friends, I assure you. I am not the cool mom. And Ella passed her screening.
(Yes. I really am forty. Yes, dear, I am old enough to be your mother. You can stop now.)