Our daughter called this evening, asking what her blood type was. It was a question born of curiosity, she wasn’t on the way to the doctors. And I suppose most mothers would have an answer. But I don’t even know my own blood type.
When she moved from home I gave Elizabeth her medical and immunization records. Apparently there was nothing about blood type in the papers, so she wanted me to look through her baby book (which I still have in my possession).
Maybe I failed when it came to blood types, but I did a fair job with her baby book. Often the second child ends up with an empty baby book, while the older sibling is carefully recorded.
There was nothing about her blood type in the book, but I found some interesting memorabilia. It’s been a while since I’ve browsed through the book, yet I was surprised at some of the keepsakes I found. Several I did not remember at all.
One was a carefully charted list of my contractions, when they occurred, and how long, all in my husband’s handwriting. He wrote that I was admitted to the hospital at 2 a.m., one hour and five minutes after contractions began. I hadn’t remembered he’d done that.
There was also the baby pool, where members of the family guessed the baby’s weight, each throwing money into the pot. Mom won, guessing 9 pounds 9 ounces. Elizabeth actually weighed 9 pounds, 15 ounces. Apparently Mom had guessed the highest weight.
Well, that little baby girl is getting married in September. And in a week or so, we will be driving to California to attend her bridal shower.
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