Some memories are seared into ones brain, and so it is with the drive to Merritt hospital in Oakland on the morning of September 5th, 1980. I remember the feel of the morning, the closeness of my husband and myself in the car, the excitement of knowing that this day we would greet our new daughter. While the interlude is a little fuzzy, the actual birth, the tasting of wine by all, and the total satisfaction and exhaustion of a job well done will remain with me forever. I can close my eyes and be back in the hospital,surrounded by the dim light that filtered through the hanging curtains by my bed, and revel once again in the perfect little face of my daughter.
I am so grateful
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