Before the days of requiring new mamas to stay in the hospital at least 24 hours, we begged the hospital staff and even bribed them with doughnuts, and were discharged from the hospital by noon, in time to get home for our Thanksgiving celebration and a house full of family.
I spent that Thanksgiving Day in a big ol' easy chair by the front door, a brand new mama, nestling with my newborn, greeting my extended family as they came through, every woman with a contribution to the feast.
My mom brought the turkey and the dressing.
My mother-in-law brought the candied yams and the green bean casserole.
My aunt brought the pumpkin pie.
The only thing I brought was my brand new 7lb 9oz daughter.
Any my world was never the same again.