It was November 9th, 2010 when i was brought to the Scarborogh General Hospital to be induced with my first child. The intial wait was excrutiating. It wasn't long before I was craving my morning tea and donut fix. I could feel my baby kicking demanding her sugar fix as well, and the fact I was left high and dry due to the likelihood of a Caesarean left me in a crusty mood. It wasn't until the wee morning hours of November 11th, that I finally delivered my first child, a healthy 8lb 1 ounce baby girl. As she was brought to the NICU I was left in the delivery room, in shock from the miracle I had just produced.
It wasn't until my boyfriends father came back upstairs with my favorite donut, and tea that i snapped out of my haze. I ate my donut in the quiet and reflected on how much i had grown to want my daily Pumpkin Spice treat. i had almost associated it as a common craving, until finally my pregnancy was over, and cravings were no longer an excuse.
My father in law laid his hand on my shoulder and squeezed, leaving me with a warm sensation in the pit of my stomach. I guess that even though i had done my part and she was delivered safely, this tradition we had quietly created between one another was now his way to tell me, I had done a good job.