A Present From My OB

So I complain sometimes about living in such a small town, but other times, I'm incredibly grateful for it.

I'm good friends with my OB's husband. (I actually have a long history of trying to find the right OB/GYN. I initially dismissed the idea of my current OB, because I thought maybe it would be weird being friends with her husband, but it hasn't been weird at all, and both my husband and I love her. Even thought the first time we saw her professionally--right after my old OB, her partner, had suddenly died--she had to tell us our 11-week-old fetus was dead...what a sucky way to start a relationship. But she was very kind, and things have gone smoothly since then, knock on wood.)

Anyway, I digress.

Her husband, my friend--I invited him to my local baby shower, which was otherwise all women, but he's part of a group of writers I hang out with and I didn't want to exclude him.

He didn't come. ("Too much estrogen," my OB told me when I saw her a few days later.) But he did have a present for me the next time that I saw him.

A sweet little essay he'd written for me.

And two quilts, one for each baby.

Handmade by my OB.

Both my husband and I were so incredibly touched. I mean, who gets presents from their OB? Especially ones I know it took her hours and hours and hours to make.

I love the though of her in her sewing room, after being a high-powered doctor all day, making something so sweet and beautiful for our babies.

Sometimes living in a small town is the best thing ever.

XOXO