The scrub that my buddy Eve posted on her blog reminds me so much of http://www.blueskyscrubs.com/ items and… of the scrub I was given at the Iacon City Hospital.
As soon as I entered labor, the obstetrics at the hospital had me dress in a scrub and carried me to the birth room. It was a pink scrub because I was one of the youngest moms there.
So, I spent countless hours there, breathing and screaming, until my baby Sondra was born. Gried arrived just a few minutes before I delivered our baby (not his fault, he was at school!), but the right moment he entered the birth room he never left me. Never.
I caressed my soft cotton scrub and smiled. It was a gift from the hospital and I wouldn’t have given up on it. It was the first piece of clothing with which I had held my little Sondra… what a more precious piece of memory to keep?
Oh no, the scrub is staying –here, in my wardrobe, in a box of memories I started when I was 7. There’s room for memories inside there.
Dad is in Canada now. He’s participating in a seminar organized by a local Moving Industry. I miss him.
Taking care of Sondra has taken away a lot of study hours this week. My teachers don’t like the change (I used to be clever before) but being a teen mom means some things need to switch priority, and I’m asking nobody for favors. I only want them to let me be and to appreciate the effort.
Anyway, my mom told me she can look after Sondra when I really need to study, and Gried too. Yep, Gried’s being a better dad than I thought he would. He’s so sweet! And I’m so proud of him.
Oh, back to dad’s seminar… Did you know that Canadian movers are among the better organized of the country? Really. Dad says he met a plenty of moving companies, but they were not as well structured as the Canadian. And that has nothing to do with his love for the country, he says. Hehe. ;P
Dad’s going to hire movers in Toronto for his new office, or so he says. He has an office there and he needs to move stuff. I wonder what dad thinks about international movers, hehe. I’m gonna ask.