Five months old today

At this time five months ago, I was so out of it after being in labor all night that I didn't even protest when the midwife told me she had sent Cristiano out of the room for a cappuccino and brioche because "he looked like he needed a break." I wonder what I looked like then? Probably like I needed to be shot and put out of my misery! I was so delirious, I couldn't even tell who was or wasn't in the room anymore (though I did overhear two visiting doctors from India who had no idea I understood English look at the ultrasound machine that had been wheeled in to determine how exactly Dylan's head was turned and say "That baby'll never come out vaginally..." at the same time my midwife was perkily encouraging me on in Italian; this is the same chick who turned my epidural off four hours too early because "it's almost over now" - LIAR!!!). A cappuccino and a brioche would have done nothing for me unless they had been spiked with some extra-potent horse tranquilizers. But who remembers childbirth? I've had some sleepless nights that rank up there with childbirth in terms of discomfort, stamina required and physical exertion. Seriously. Really it's all a blip on the motherhood radar screen. Look at our little piglet. For him I'd do it all over again.