Momsicles 103

Immediately after Thea was born, my mind did not do the normal thing of “job well done. Now rest.” Instead, it became a smartarse. My body was coming down from the epidural and I began to shiver uncontrollably. I asked the recovery nurse, “Is this normal? I am so co-ooo-oooo-oooo—old!” And when one of the midwives came to ask the recovery nurse for the names of everyone involved in Thea’s delivery, I listened carefully because I thought, “these are important people for Thea.” My anesthetic friend, the one who saved me from painful contractions and made me high for my daughter’s birth, his name is Hardcock. When I heard this, I laughed out loud, “Haha! That’s an unfortunate name!”

Eleven months down the line, Dr Hardcock is the only name I remember from Thea’s VIP concierge.