Best Day Ever

Today marks a major milestone here in Weaselville.

It was the Friday of Memorial Day weekend fifteen years ago. I had felt a sudden and total loss of modesty, bordering on exhibitionism. I no longer cared about myself or held any form of pride or dignity, for the past 24 hours I had been in cringing pain. I had been in physical discomfort and had random pain and stomach ailments for months prior. I had reached the end of my rope.

The pain worsened, even after having been given something for the pain (Chiclets, is my best guess, based on how well they worked). Medical professionals debated about what was wrong and whether or not I needed emergency surgery. I thought my body would split in two. Death surely was near.

A Doctor came at me with a big ole elephant needle. I could have kissed him. The horse needle had been tried the night previously, with the promise of pain relief unfortunately it must have been filled with liquid Chiclets that was very short lived. I was told that this time it would work. I didn't care. Even the thought of a few minutes respite was worth the size of the elephant needle he wanted to stick in my back.

It worked. If I was still in pain, I no longer knew it. I passed out quicker than a Freshman at their first off campus party.

A few hours later I awoke. The pain was back. To quote Dr. Suess, "It started out low, then it started to grow". The Doctor was sent for and upon his return refused any further medication. I could no longer speak. It was time. The only further pain relief that would be available would be of the kind that I would administer myself. The doctor sat me up and Mr. Weasel held me for dear life as the doctor instructed me to rid myself of pain by causing more in the form of "push".

A mere 40 minutes later it was all over. I was still in pain, but that pain was eased as the most beautiful blue eyes in the world stared up at me. She was the best medication I have ever had. It was truly the happiest day of my life.

We named her Eldest Weasel (has a nice ring to it, dontcha think?) and today she turns 15 years old.

It's been a crazy 15 years. Those same blue eyes that took away my pain now roll at me and cause me headaches. Yet, those eyes sparkle like diamonds when she smiles. They give hints of mischief and speak volumes of humor. Those eyes still bring me as much joy as the first time I saw them.

Happy Birthday Eldest Weasel and thank you for giving me the best gift ever. You made me a Mother.