Saturday we celebrated the anniversary of my labor at the hospital we planned so fervently to avoid. We bought an ice cream and a coffee at the UCSF cafeteria, then took the lift up to 15 Moffit and walked the long hall down to Labor and Delivery.
Easily walk a long hall—carrying 20+ pounds of another person!— that you could barely cope with in a wheelchair or with a walker when you last encountered it and you are bound to feel some gratitude.
In L&D a very kind nurse let us into the birthing suite where we first met our boy. The city view was glorious, bathed in the same 5pm sunlight that it was last year when I was admitted. The grownups toasted eachother, feeling happy and grateful, and then went home to eat some chicken katsu loco moco and listen to Air.
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