that my daughter was born. In 1982 there weren’t many women having “natural” childbirth. Even though I wasn’t taking any drugs for the pain, I still had to birth her on a cold, hard, surgical table. Birthing Rooms or Labor/Delivery/Recovery Rooms weren’t thought of yet. In spite of that, it was a great experience.
They wheeled me in during active labor past an expectant couple playing cards on her bed. She had an epi-dural and was feeling no pain. Less than three hours later, my beautiful baby girl was born, and my soon-to-be roommate was wondering how I had my baby so fast and why she was still laboring.
The first time they brought DoVi to me, my heart was captured. I lay her back on a pillow I bought from home so I could get a good look at her. I’ll never forget that tiny face as she looked up at me–those dark eyes so intent on my face. She was the most perfect thing I had ever seen.
She has grown from
a precious and precocious child . . .
into an amazingly warm, talented, and beautiful woman with those same deep, dark eyes.
I wish my DoVi many years of happiness married to her marvelous Muzicman.
I love you, DoVi.