When I was little, my mom just put a bucket in front of me. In fact, on of those memories I wish I could forget is of sitting in the backseat of the station wagon with a bucket because we had to go pick up my dad from work hoping that it wouldn't spill all over the place. (and, Mom, if you are reading this, yes, you scarred me for life).
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2 comments:
I have to admit that your posting made me think of all three labors I went through with Eric holding a bucket for me to get sick in. Gosh -- I really need to tell that man how much I appreciate him. Although, I suppose, he *was* the one to help get me into that situation. LOL
Hah! Rich did the same thing for me both times in the OR for my two.
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