She’s 15

September 22, 1998.

It was a nice afternoon. Neither too hot, nor too cold. I was 38 weeks pregnant.

The phone call from the institution where our little Sarah lived, came a surprise, though not quite. We’d had these phone calls before. This sure wasn’t the first time they’d taken her to hospital, and we’d always gone to the hospital right away.

But things were different now. I knew my time was near, and didn’t want to go if my midwife thought it unwise. After she’d seen me, she said I could go, but not until after the rush hour, and if my water broke or I started having contractions while we were on our way, we should go to the nearest hospital.

Great. That was reassuring. But Sarah was my child, and I was determined to go. Only… when we were preparing to leave for the hospital, my water broke.

We arranged for our older daughter to stay with our neighbours, and the hubby took me to hospital. The nearest hospital. Not the hospital where Sarah was.

Some three hours later, I cradled my third daughter in my arms. I was both happy and sad. Happy to have been given another beautiful daughter. Sad, because I couldn’t be with my second daughter who was fighting for her life.

That was fifteen years ago, and my little baby grew into a beautiful young lady.

I made her a chocolate cake. Her older sister made her a meringue pie.

My mum, dad, sisters, brother in law and three of my nieces came to celebrate my girl’s birthday.

Miss 15 blew out the candles, everyone cheered,

and when the cake was eaten, DD-15 went upstairs with her sisters and cousins, to the Entertainment room, where they played games on the X-box.

That left us “oldies” downstairs in the living room, free to sip tea and talk boring adult talk. And to drink more tea, and have some more boring conversations.

It was a fun and relaxed afternoon. And to think I didn’t even have to work my hinny off to get the house in order, because it already looked good! It sure made me remember why I’m trying to adopt a minimalist lifestyle. And it made me more determined than ever. I still have a long way to go, but I will get there. Because who doesn’t want to be able to actually enjoy spending time with their loved ones?


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5 Responses to She’s 15

  1. Susan says:

    That makes it clear. So sad for you, I imagine the loss of a child never goes away. My thoughts are with you. Susan. PS.. We had the family BBQ Today and it was lovely.


  2. Leah says:

    Drat, I'm not being very clear here, am I? I meant to say that Sarah (the one who died) was our second daughter. My firstborn and DD-15 are both well. 🙂


  3. Leah says:

    And a family barbecue sounds good. Enjoy your time together!


  4. Leah says:

    Yes, Susan. We are programmed to think that more stuff makes us happier, whereas the opposite is true: We've already got so much, LESS stuff makes us happier now. Less stuff means we need to spend less time cleaning and tidying up, so we can spend more time doing those things that really matter.
    The third daughter… she was my second, actually. She died. Not that day, but a couple of years later.


  5. Susan says:

    This is a very interesting post, and I have been thinking along the same lines: my house takes up too much of my time – some stuff has to go. Now….a third daughter? We (I) need to know more about this surprise please. It is nice to have your family around you and we are doing exactly that on Saturday with a family barbecue at our house.


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