What I can remember

On Sunday May 11th it will be 9 years. (yes, Mothers Day) 9 years ago I gave birth to my daughter.
I can only remember a handful of things from that day and what I can remember are pointless, mundane things.
The day before, which if remember correctly was a Monday, I went to the doctor. I LOVED my doctor. She more than awesome. I was overdue. It was that day she decided that we would induce the next day. I was terrified and absolutely certain I would die in childbirth. (Yes, I do tend to over-react….just a little) I remember where I ate that day. A local, small hamburger joint with my mother for lunch and Ryan’s Steakhouse with my best friend, R, for dinner. I remember I did not sleep much the night before. I had to be up at 5am the next day and at the hospital no later than 7. The adoptive parents met us at the hospital. I remember being angry, but at what I can’t remember. I remember my mom had rented movies, “Babe”, “Something about Mary”,  and something else I can’t remember. I remember no one came to see me. I ate pizza, from Godfathers the night after I had my daughter. I ate Perkins the next morning. (I REFUSED to eat hospital food) I was told by my doctor I could leave after 24 hours but the doctor on-call refused my request and I cried. We threw a FIT and got my way eventally. I left at about 1:00pm the day after my daughter was born.
What is important I can not remember. I never saw my daughter. I can not tell you what she looked like. I can not remember when she was born or much about my labor and delivery. Who held my hand, if anyone. I can’t remember who held her first or how much she weighed.
I know today I wish I remembered………