Late Story Tellers post

I'm having trouble with picture posting, but I don't have a picture to go with this story anyway.

At this time of year, I love the smell of Lincoln Park in Chicago.  Fall in the city reminds me of the greatest high I've ever had in all my life.

Early in October, on a Saturday morning at the end of my first pregnancy, we were living near the park and I could smell the leaves and the weather front as it moved in.  After a time, I decided I was actually in labor and we drove the  few blocks south to the hospital, just to check.  And well before supper time, my daughter had been born.

I was ecstatic!  I had a girl!  She was early!  It was so easy!  It was all over already!  Everything was fine!

I haven't had many days in my life when I felt so spared the pains and ordinary stuff of life, but the day my Lisa was born was one wonderful day.  I was happy when the others were born, and they came with little trouble or fanfare, but by then I knew what to expect.

When you're a nurse and have seen people in difficulties, you always are preparing for the worst case scenario.  I'm pretty sure I didn't sleep a wink that night, as happy as I was.  I should have slept while I had the opportunity.

But the smell of Fall, can always remind me of the happiness of that special day.  Happy Birthday, Lisa.

Shannon hosts this story sharing session.  She can be found at http://asouthernbellewithnorthernroots.blogspot.com/