Life in the Boomer Lane is in Charleston, where Youngest Child and Daughter-in-Law have just produced their first child, after a mere 36-hour labor. DIL is a yoga and natural food devotee and so was the perfect subject for the doula’s attempt to place her body in more positions than are contained in the Kama Sutra, in an attempt to eject Beloved Offspring. At one point, the doula asked DIL to place her ankle on YC’s shoulder. She asked if DIL could do that. DIL answered, “Yes. How else do you think I got into this mess?”
While the limits of human delivery were being reached, LBL and Mom of DIL were in the hospital waiting area. They passed the hours by becoming increasingly more slap happy. Political banter quickly degenerated into discussions of celebrity splits and whether Judge Judy would make the guy on the screen pay for his ex-girlfriend’s smashed car. The snack machine was employed numerous times, less for nutrients than for a way to alleviate boredom.
Just as they had exhausted both themselves and all items in the snack machine, they were informed that DIL was being taken in for an emergency C-section. Now a new topic of conversation was introduced: how the human body, deprived of sleep and operating on the nutrition provided by Cheezits, would deal with a potentially serious situation. The answer was hysteria.
By the time the surgery was completed, neither LBL nor Mom of DIL were coherent. YC came into the area and yelled, “She’s out! You can come in at 10:05 for a few seconds to see her!”
At 10:03, LBL ran down the hall, followed by Mom of DIL. By the time the women reached the labor/delivery room, all bets were off. They ran into the room. Mom of DIL pushed the doctor aside, while LBL grabbed for the baby, hugged YC, and yelled “I love you so much!” to DIL. She was unaware that she was yelling in the direction of the entire surgical team.
After awhile, LBL and Mom of DIL were sternly told to leave. “Mom of DIL turned to LBL and said, “We have to leave. Give me the baby. LBL and Mom of DIL then played “Pass the Newborn,” to the astonishment of the surgical team.
By the time LBL and Mom of DIL were forcibly invited to leave the room, the doctor was writing a note to herself to never allow anyone into the room again, after a delivery. Luckily for LBL and Mom of DIL, the entire escapade was videotaped by the doula. LBL hoped it was for family enjoyment, rather than for a court case.
LBL and Mom of DIL took one of Baby’s receiving blankets with them. The instructions were to repeatedly have Lucy sniff the blanket, as a way of acclimatizing her with the smell of Baby.
LBL and Mom of DIL then had to retrieve the kids’ dog, a Golden (Lucy),who had been staying with friends who had two Goldens. YC texted the address to them, and they took off. First, they stopped at a burrito emporium and got a bunch of food. They put the food in the back seat.
They arrived at the address they were given. A woman came to the door with a large Golden. “We’re here for the dog,” they announced. The woman got a very concerned look on her face and tried to shield the dog. LBL repeated, “We need to get the dog.” Before the woman could call 911, LBL and Mom of DIL realized they had the wrong address. They scurried back to the car. The woman double-locked her door and watched them drive away, from the safety her window.
They found the correct address. This time, they knew they had the right house, because a much older women (mom of the dog owners) came to the door, flailing her frail arms, with a crazed expression on her face and three large Goldens jumping all over her body.
Once everybody was settled back in the car, LBL reached for the receiving blanket, which she had placed on top of the food containers. She wanted to have the dog take her first whiff of Baby. LBL placed the blanket to her own nose, prepared to swoon over the scent of her new granddaughter.
“Won’t it be wonderfor for Lucy to get used to the scent of the baby?” Mom of DIL asked, as she saw LBL placing the blanket to her nose.
LBL, still holding the receiving blanket up to her nose, inhaled deeply. “Not unless the baby smells like a burrito,” she answered.
photo credit from Life In The Boomer Lane, Meatgoblet.com, liquidribcage.com
About Renne Fisher
Renee’s entire life has been formed by her naturally curly hair and her having topograpanosia, a real disorder of the frontal lobe that results in a complete inability to orient herself in space, as well as an inability to remember people’s names. Because of this disorder, she gets lost a lot. If you see her wandering around anywhere, don’t call anyone. Just get her ice cream. That will calm her down. For the hair, there’s not much you can do.
She is, indeed, a former hula hoop champion, as well as the co-author of two books for women over 50. They are Invisible No More: The Secret Lives of Women Over 50 and Saving the Best for Last: Creating Our Lives After 50. She is also a Featured Blogger on Huffington Post.l.com.