September 11, 2001
Newly pregnant, I went to my ob-gyn to have my very first ultrasound of my very first child. The appointment was at 10:30 a.m., so both planes had already hit the Twin Towers. No one really knew what was going on, although we were pretty sure by that point it was terrorism. The towers were still standing, though, and the Pentagon hadn’t been hit yet. I remember my doctor’s hands shaking as she performed the ultrasound. She said, “Forgive me, but my mind is elsewhere.”
It was such a strange experience to get some of the happiest news of your life on one of our country’s saddest days.
September 11, 2010
That fetus is now a beautiful, creative 8-year-old named Valerie. She saved up $15 worth of allowance money, and so I kept my promise to take her to get her ears pierced. She was thrilled! They double-teamed her (did the gun in both earlobes at once!), her face turned red, her eyes watered, but no tears were shed. She was totally thrilled! She even said, “This is the best day of my life.” She keeps looking in the mirror and exclaiming, “I love my earrings!” They do look pretty good, if I do say so myself.
P.S. Annabella really likes Nutella. Can you tell?