My Parents Anniversary

My parents anniversary is next month.
Something like 35 years.

Over the holidays of 2012, my father opened the mailbox and found divorce papers.

I was at my Aunts when my sister called.
She told me to call Mom.
So I called Mom.
Mom was 2 hours away.In a hotel.
Mom said maybe I shouldn’t go home.

I did
and spoke nothing of divorce to my Father.
He was quiet. And paced the floors like a natural professional.
And we didn’t go any nearer the topic.

He left the next morning. For Brazil.

My mom wanted him to get the papers before he left.
She did it without even telling him.

He came back earlier than planned. Before I left for Thailand.
And Mom and I sat in the basement as he entered the house and I went up to meet him and then he came down and I sat again and he stood and he began to cry.
He looked us in the eyes and said, ‘ I don’t want to leave ‘.
Our hearts crumbled together and we didn’t say much and I felt compassion and love and I wanted my parents to talk it through. .
So they did.

And that is why they will be able to celebrate there 35th anniversary next month.

Flurry of Days Leading up to the Largest Order

The day before was a blended mcflurry. Of smarties and m&ms, of reeses 
pieces and fudge. I never tasted any of it but I knew it was spinning. 
I knew The lid was about to come off and the contents were going to 
float.
 
The Monday prior to the big day, I had my first pelvic exam ever. I 
wasn’t grossed out or nervous but it was the first real discomfort 
that I knew would click in with the rest of labour.
 
 She says it twice because I ask her to.
” your 3 cm dilated”.
I wash myself.   i pull my clothes on slowly.
She states that I am in labour. And the words echo off the certified 
walls.
Had I felt any such labour pain or cramping? None.
 
I walked out of their with explosive options. Either wait till 
contractions became worthy of hospitilization or come in the next day 
for the oxytocin. In other words, to have the baby.
I zombied around the halls. I zombied around the home.
The doc had long ago told me that she wasn’t going to induce me if 
there were no signs of labour.  My family and I all thought I would go 
past my due date. Here I was two days till that day and I had already 
been having progressive contractions. Without knowing.
I decided that the more dilated i could get at home, the better. 
Besides, my sister hadn’t arrived yet.
I went home and called my dad in brazil. He said he’d be on the next 
possible plane out.
 
The very next day, the true mcflurry day, I woke up feeling like it was the
last one I’d be pregnant.
Everything in those 24 hours was done or said or looked at 
with the heavy frost of knowledge that I would be a mother the next 
day.   I wasn’t in any pain but I knew The doctor was right and I 
shouldn’t wait too long. I didn’t want the baby gettig bigger anyway.
It was the evening . I called the doctor up with puffs of cloudy 
questions, worried that perhaps baby was getting stressed in there . 
She advised against waiting and said to come in the following day- at 
least to check how far I’d dilated.
With that set in stone,  I began to get frantic.All the things I had 
to do before baby came. The lid on the mcflurry mix flung off and 
pieces went everywhere. I was standing at the bottom of a flight of 
stairs outside, attempting to take the last of the belly photos when i 
broke down. The world felt heavy to my eyes. I felt like a collapsable 
tent myself.  This was me shutting down.
 
But back home, for a good hour I went around the
house wide eyed and in a frenzy that noone could stop.
I was filling up soap containers, organizing my closet,
sweeping the floors and raking the lawn. Things had to feel done.
I laid in bed that night thinking it’d be the last full night of sleep 
for awhile. How right I was. I held my breath as I entered Sleepville 
that night and in the morning, I, along with all those pieces, were 
floating. Were actually floating.