Um, gee. Sorry.
On a recent trip to a local frame shop, I asked the owner how her daughter was doing. The last time I had seen the owner we were both mid-pregnancy and due a couple months apart.
We did the usual comparing of notes...
Her: So your boys are almost three now?
Me: They turned three a couple of months ago, actually. They ended up being born mid-January instead of the end of February.
Her: My daughter was born mid-January, too!
[frame-related chat]
Her: So where did you deliver – did you like it?
Me: At Mercy – yes, we were happy – thankfully the boys didn’t have any serious complications and were able to stay at Mercy instead of being transferred to Miami Children’s. What about you?
Her: I delivered at Mercy, too. Did you like the nurses and doctors?
Me: I never like nurses. I loved my doctor – he’s in a practice with a few others so I didn’t know who would actually do the delivery. But he turned out to be wonderful.
Her: Oh, I went to their practice as well! And the same doctor delivered me!
[frame-related chat]
Her: I guess you had a c-section, because of the twins...?
Me: Yeah, I had to spend the night before in the hospital because Jonah’s amniotic fluid was low, then my c-section was around 9:30am. Was yours a c-section, too?
Her: Wait a second. Mine was at 9:45am. [she narrowed her eyes and asked] What day was it?
I had barely answered when she exploded, “YOU’RE THE ONE! YOU’RE THE MOTHER OF TWINS!!”
Oh dear.
Time to leave.
The frame shop owner has gone psycho on me. And the fact that she called me ‘Mother of Twins’ in such an insulting manner?! (which is actually not the first time that's happened to me)
But she continued: My doctor – our doctor – came to check me just before 9am and told me it would still be a while. But just after he left my contractions got really bad and I was desperate for an epidural. But I was told that both the anesthesiologist and doctor were in with a woman having high-risk twins by c-section and were unable to help me.
(Eeeeg...)
She continued: And by the time they came, my daughter was already on her way out and it was too late for drugs.
Me: [Speechless. What exactly does one say to something like that?]
Apr 6, 2009 at 10:00 AM
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