4/4/1994

Today is my dear daughter Margot's birthday, and while our socially distancing Facetime party was super, I wanted to do more to mark this day.
So, in the spirit of my Camino at home adventure, I walked the Camino of the day she was born!
I started from home, walked to the house we were living in, luckily, not far from where I live now, and then traced the day from there!
It was Easter Sunday, I was quite, quite pregnant, and my husband, my son and I took a walk to a local park, Handley Rock, and all three of us climbed in to the caves that are the feature of this space, you can see them in the photo of what looks like a steep hill made of rock and caves that no 40 week pregnant woman should be climbing to reach.  When inside, I rested, and started to feel some massive contractions, I told Neal I needed to go home, to this day I can not swear that I mentioned the whole labor thing, and headed to our little yellow house. When I home, it became abundantly clear that is was THE DAY, and I packed my little bag, and waited for the boys to come home, and waited, and waited.  I had enough time to panic, knock on neighbor's doors to find a ride to the hospital. The only person at home was a dear friend, Jean, good news she was a nurse, bad news, she was legally blind.  We concocted a scheme in which I would drive, she would time the contractions, and we would stop on the side of the road ahead of each contraction, I still say GENIUS!  As we were loading into my car, Neal and Dylan came ambling down the street, and we made it to the hospital in plenty of time! 
The last photo is of the hospital where sweet Margot was born, just after midnight on 4/41994
I walked the route, August was a fine travelling companion, and all in all we had a fine time, and covered 10 miles!


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