Something very odd happened yesterday. I wrote a blog. Posted it. Had a couple of comments on it — and now it has completely disappeared. Vanished. Gone.
I can even see what the issue is — the date is gone from the page. I’ve tried to fix it. Gone in and inserted the date into the permalink — but to no avail. It doesn’t like the date.
What’s even funnier is… it’s not the blog I wanted to write originally. I wanted to write a blog about my youngest daughter whose birthday was yesterday. But, I am under strict orders not to write about her on my blog (unless I ask her first). So, I didn’t.
But her sister did.
And in her blog Alexis mentions the arrival of aliens 25 years ago and their plot to gain intelligence about life on earth by leaving behind this being called, A Sister, when she the eldest and proud holder of the status ‘only child’ was a mere 18 months old.
I remember the day well. It was cold. Really, really cold and there was a nurse’s strike going on. Sometime during the morning of the 30th, while putting the final touches on the sponge-painting I was doing of what would become Alexis’ bedroom until L (the code name for the not to be written about younger sister) was old enough to share it, I felt a gush of water escape my body. I didn’t mention it to my then husband. I wanted to get the painting done, and I didn’t really want to deliver a baby during the nurse’s strike. Being 8 and a half months into my second pregnancy I thought maybe my bladder had just loosened up a bit…
A few hours after said water incident, I thought I’d best mention it and Grant, my then husband, suggested I phone my doctor. Now, I should explain, I had no idea what ‘labour’ felt like. Having somewhere in the mix been given a diagnosis of ‘an incompetent cervix’, (seriously, that’s what my doctor called it) I never went into labour with Alexis, and wasn’t feeling any pangs of her sister wanting to push her way into the world. So, I can be excused for not really thinking this might be ‘the big event’.
My doctor however, had no such qualms.
“I’ll let the hospital know you’re on your way,” he said.
“Um. Well… Can’t I wait until after the nurse’s strike,” I asked hopefully. I mean, my first daughter was 19 days late. He’d booked a C-section for me after nothing, and I mean nothing, could make labour begin. I was two weeks before my due date. Maybe it really was just my bladder leaking…
His response was immediate and rather curt I thought. “No.” and he hung up.
Which is why, a mere three hours later, I awoke from anesthetic and groggily reached out to hold the infant Grant extended to me. She was tiny and perfect. An exact replica of a human baby.
But, according to her sister, I was duped. She’s actually an alien.
Go figure. Nobody told me.
All these 25 years I’ve thought this amazing, incredible, gifted young woman was a natural born human.
Just goes to prove the power of a mother’s love. Doesn’t matter where the child heralded from, a mother loves it anyway. Truly. Madly. Deeply.
And so it is.
Now, as to the missing blog. I think I’m going to fool the aliens who stole it and repost it as a brand new blog — and I’ll just change the date in the permalink to yesterday. Ha! Take that you extraterrestials you. Thought you could trick me did ya! Ha!
But… just in case — has that ever happened to anyone else? Posted a blog and it appeared only to disappear later on? It’s not in my list of posts. It’s not at the top of my page when I load in my blog. It’s not anywhere… except it is — because I can access it through the link on my FB page.
Very curious. Very other-worldly eerie.
But then, it was a curious day yesterday. The celebration of the birth 25 years ago of an alien form who has transformed my thinking around love and compassion and being real in this world. The celebration of the coming into this world of my out of this world delightfully amazing youngest daughter.
And today’s Every Day A Poem is posted: Waiting for the Light