Oh Yes– when she was younger she thought, going to the hospital with pneumonia was a real treat–she did not take her knitting to the hospital and the nurse brought her tea in the night when she was crying because she wasn’t home looking after the babies and because the cool white, clean sheets felt so good and, in the hospital everyone seemed to be looking after her and she wasn’t looking after anyone at all.
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I completely understand this. Some night during teething I had lucid dreams of being wisked off to hospital after collapsing and how everyone would look after me. Alas the last time I was looked after was when my first was born, his jaundice bought me an extra week of knitting on clean white sheets.
By: aletta mes on December 31, 2006
at 4:25 am
I love this little snapshot of a scene from the life of a young mother. The essence is so true. Thanks for sharing.
By: soultide on March 19, 2007
at 1:50 pm