Yesterday DD #2 turned 14! Fourteen!!!
So hard to imagine!
She was my most worried over pregnancy and probably the most dramatic birth.
We moved back to New York in the late August, six weeks before she was due. Two weeks later came 9/11 and our world was forever changed.
I went into labor almost a month later. And nothing, including getting into and out of Manhattan was back to normal.
I realized that I was having contractions on the first day of the two end holiday days of Succot. Darn, I hope I made this nice and clear. Since this was a Jewish Holiday, we tried to find in the yellow pages the most un-Jewish taxi cab company. We succeed with unexpected consequences. Oh, and we were staying with friends in Quince. I am pretty sure this was our most memorable visit. And yes, these brave people have actually invited us back.
Anyway, as soon as our hostess found out that I was having contractions she became convinced that I am going to have that baby right than and there. After all she was going to be my third. So we called the cab and went off with the driver who spoke only Spanish. And who was apparently very, very new to New York because he picked the Willamsburg Bridge to get into Manhattan where my midwife was waiting for us at the hospital. We got on the bridge and promptly got stuck. The cops on the other side of the bridge were checking each and every passenger of each and every car. We got on the bridge at 4 A.M. and could not get off. I waited and wanted to scream. But every time I did the driver started to mutter and pray and looked terrified. DH kept telling that we are almost there. That was after we have moved 3 inches in the past 3 hours! I wanted to pee! I wanted to get off the bridge! I wanted to have that baby! Finally, DH snapped and using sighs explained to the driver that he wanted to call 911, surely the Police would be able to help us out. Driver turned green. Police? Immigration? No! He looked like he was getting ready to abandon the car. We had to delete that idea in a hurry.
After two more hours we could finally see the end of the bridge. By that point I have long abandoned my reticence and was screaming loud enough to let everyone know that if we do not get off this bridge right now…
We got police escort all the way to the hospital. My midwife checked me and told me that I was at 3. I did not care. I was enjoying not being in the back seat of a taxi. The day crawled by and I became convinced that my friend could not possibly manage with my two older kids. I became more and more insistent and in the end I made DH go back to Quince. On foot, since it still was Holiday. Without really knowing where he was supposed to go, at night. It took him four hours to walk back. He simply kept asking all the policemen he saw how to walk to Quince. He was pretty surprised he was not arrested.
Our daughter was born 15 minutes after he left.
Now about that scarf thing.
Right before school started DD and I went on a shopping spree in Haifa buying all she felt she needed for the school. After a successful shopping trip (meaning we spend all there was to spent) my last port of call was the LYS. DD was cranky and impatient while I really wanted to have fun with the yarn. At some point to pacify her I offered her a choice of a few skeins of yarn promising to make her a scarf at some point. She asked me to buy her two identical skeins of blue ruffle yarn. She wanted me to make one scarf for her and one for her best friend, who lives a few hours away. Since her best friend is my friend’s daughter I agreed.
Last Thursday Ayna finally came to visit us for a few days. So I pulled out the blue yarn and started knitting the scarf. I knit, knit and knit. And finally, hours before our visitor was supposed to depart the scarf was ready. My daughter tells me her friend loved it. I do not know. I was asleep. Two days later, on the evening before my DD’s birthday I started her scarf. I was determined to have it finished on her birthday. And I made it with about 30 minutes to spare!