I had been planning on ending this at thirteen, you know just say she died in childbirth or something. Except I couldn't do that, so many were saying that I had to keep going on this.
In fact one of those is right... OH MY GOD, LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU. So I didn't get you to look, at least that is the lie that I will believe, and likely best to never admit to looking. I mean it's kinda obvious that there wasn't anyone behind you, unless you are reading this in the library.
Granted if you are reading this in the library do tell Ms. Stankowich that this is not a sex story. Of course there is some but never admit that to the librarian, they grab a chair and read it with you and there's no playing when that happens.
Do not look at me like that, it was a long time ago before I had access to a computer. Which has no bearing on the when of this story so do stop making that face. I mean we talked about this, that is not a good face, definitely won't get sex or kisses with that face.
There is mention of fourth of July, you know Independence Day. Oh good grief, the fireworks day. There is the remains of a parade talked about and then fireworks. Which yes did happen way back in 1926 Chicago. Fireworks have been known about since the sixteen hundreds, perhaps seventeen hundreds.
Which means there was firework displays, these are not something come up with in the eighties. Ask your grandparents, I mean come on. Parades are older than that, there is comment on parades of the returning conquering armies in ancient Rome and Greece.
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Sort of wake to a squalling baby being handed to me by a nurse. I say sort of wake because I'm pretty sure I was at least partly awake already. The nurses are always whistling or singing softly in my room. They say so my daughter gets used to and wants others around her. I think it's more along the line of they want to drive me to jump out the window.
Not that they are always in my room, they have rounds which means I see a nurse about once an hour. Last week I had asked how they stand to keep whistling and singing. Earned me a big smile and shrug, she doesn't know. Last time I saw a doctor I had asked if they add opium or something to the nurses food, he had chuckled at that.
Also very glad I am not a shy skirt, seems like the entire nurses staff has come in and wanted to see me shaved. Not to mention breast feeding means I am showing my bubs to the room, at least one anyway. Really the only thing getting me through this is simply, I go home tomorrow. Finally get to go home and not have singing or whistling nurses.
Even better, no more of Portia and Francis. Both are friends and I like them, but heavens, they are all over each other. The week before I came to hospital to have daughter in hand we had sent them into the sitting room. They had started to get to nookie while eating dinner. Portia did get knocked up, so her parents are happy, his too, but dang, they get in bed together at least daily.
"You are supposed to sing while breast feeding." Roll my eyes getting her to giggle.
"You nurses are always in here singing or whistling during this anyway."
"The theory is that if you sing to your child while breastfeeding they are more outgoing later on." Just stare at her for a moment then I just have to ask.
"A doctor said this or one of you nurses?"
"Neither, this came from an expert. No proof of it working but we are under orders to be happy and sing or whistle."
"Do you go home and sit in your sitting room so happy to not hear a darn thing anymore?" She sighs and looks rather wistful.
"I wish, I was where you are, twice now. The last time was two years ago and they never stop it seems."
"Your fella or the kids?"
"Either and both. Husband at least gives me nookie so I forgive him. I am contemplating getting a diaphragm and teaching him how to insert the thing. He wakes me up with nookie sometimes."
"Long days or in the morning?"
"Morning, our kids are old enough they don't wake up with the sun and he goes fairly early."
"Can't wait for school?" She is nodding and grins.
"I can't wait and Mom can't either, you skipped that question."
"I have a nanny, suppose we have a nanny is better. I like to say Fred can't afford to feed me and a baby, but he actually makes more than I do and I make enough to afford him to not." She is nodding and winks.
"I think half of the nurses are jealous of you having him. More because we mostly only ever see patients and then doctors, most are quite nice to look at, but talking to one." I am nodding since I had one of those doctors talk to me.
"I'd say it's just fellas, but really it seems to be just doctors."
"Not all of them but some seem to think they are God."
"Most like to say they are doing His work, though according to most of the teachings I remember doctors do more to foil Him taking someone back to His fold."
"There are two doctors who like to sermonize on how it is in the teachings that doctors are supposed to doctor. Man is to overcome adversity." I snort since I seem to be done feeding her, so give her a burp swat and get a little burp noise.
"Usually seems to be closer to man is to beg for nookie from us skirts." She is nodding as she helps me get out of bed and get my precious little daughter back into her crib.
"Not my husband, but then if he did I think I would die of laughing."
"So he just has you?"
"Not every time, he does like to wake with just having but he does like to entice me into it too."
"I seem to have found a weird one, Fred always enticed into having me. Nookie showers about half were he fingers me then picks up to fit into."
"I shared the nookie showers story with Mom, she got really jealous since showers are a rather recent thing." I snort and then realize one thing, she seems to not have a dad.
"Your dad has died?" She nods and sighs.
