Last time I saw my doctor I fibbed a little. Just a little white lie.
Nothing that would hurt anyone. I convinced her that the last time we
discussed it she'd said that I could have my c-section August 6 instead
of August 1. She balked a little and I convinced her that it would be
fine; she'd do the section and her colleague would discharge me four
days later as she was off to Texas to take her child to college. It was
all good.
I was thrilled. August 6 would have taken me to 39
weeks 3 days, as close to term as she would possibly allow me to go.
August 6 would have given M a full four weeks of physical therapy
before having to be Mr. Single Dad for 4 days. August 6 would have
given us another 4 weeks to find a name for this kiddo. And August 6
would have given me an entire week off. An entire week all to myself,
where my only responsibility would have been to sit on my patootie and
rest. (I mean seriously, when was the last time you had an entire week
to yourself? No kids? No work? My point exactly.)
Did you notice the past tense in the last paragraph? That's right. August 6
would have been perfect. But it wasn't meant to be.
Read the rest here:
http://roseslife.blogspot.com/2007/07/say-bye-bye-to-my-time-off.html
