Mazal Tov! This is what Jews say when they hear a good news. Literally it means good luck, but somehow it is a lot more meaningful in the original. So Mazal Tov, my friend Matty had a baby girl!
I am so happy for her. I keep thinking about my own baby girl who is just over a year old. When the midwife told me that I had a girl I was totally ecstatic. Yes, I will admit she was not my first girl, she was not even my second. She is number three, but her older sisters are nine and seven. So what ? – some one may say. But I did not know how to knit yet! I did not get to knit all those wonderful, little pink thingies, that knit up so fast and half the time outgrown before you cast off and sigh with pride. I agree that is probably not what most women think about in the delivery room ,
but that’s me. And by the way I started and finished the pair of Yo Mama’s Big Fat Booties for my midwife while in labor. I did close up the toes later. If you can do it, knitting is better than epidural. My labors tend to be long and we know the things are really moving when I put aside my knitting and tell the midwife that I do not want to knit any more.
When I showed up in Sea Gate (it is a convalescent home for postpartum women and they’re babies, which is a cross between a camp and a really nice hotel and deserves a post of its own) for my 10 day stay. I had a small suitcase of my close and 2 large duffel bags filled with yarn, needles, patterns and books on tape. This little baby set was knit there.
I have also taught 2 of the ladies staying there how to knit a simple baby hat. Hey, got to spread the joy. Now that my treasure is 13 month old, crawling and seriously thinking about finger foods I think I will wait to knit more elaborate and delicate pink sweaters and dresses. Instead I will knit some sturdy wool pants with padded knees so she can be comfy and warm. O wait, the Passover is coming, what about a set of 3 matching dresses in shell pink…