On Wednesday I called my massage therapist friend to ask her who she recommended for a good salon pedicure. She recommended one of the little Korean nail salons and I told her that I wanted more pampering than that and for someone to really hit all the pressure points in my legs and feet. She said she wanted to give me a massage anyway, and that I should come on Friday (today)
So, I went and got a manicure and pedicure anyway yesterday (at the recommended salon) so my tootsies and fingers look pretty. Then this morning I went in at 9:30 to start a 2.5 hour pampering session that was almost like another blessingway.
She filled a large bowl with hot water and fresh rosemary. I soaked my feet in the bowl, wearing the softest fluffy robe I ever felt. She dipped my hands with paraffin and put them in mitts, brought me a cup of Chai and started on my feet. She spent about 20-30 minutes per foot, massaging and scrubbing them with sea salt and oil, hitting all the pressure points while we chatted about the baby and the pregnancy. Once my feet were rinsed, she started the massage, with oils of clary sage and geranium -- a full 90 minutes. She even massaged my abdomen gently and did some Reiki. I felt a very strong feeling of peace and felt the baby was telling me "It's all good, mom, and you're going to have an AMAZING and pleasurable birth."
After I came out of the room, K said "The baby said 'Hi'". I told her what I was feeling and she said she got the exact same feeling at the same moment.
There was defintely love in her every touch.
As I was getting ready to go, my cell phone rang. It was my dad. My mom is in the hospital. I have not written about my mom at all because I keep her illness locked away in a vault in my mind so I don't have to think about it. She has Lewy Body Dementia. Similar to Alzheimer's but faster and nastier. She was diagnosed three years ago, has had symptoms for about 4 years. She is 61. She is currently disoriented completely as to person, place and time and was vomiting. I hope it doesn't make me a bad daughter to take that information and shove it in the vault, as I just can't deal with the thoughts of it right now. My mom was supposed to "be" at the birth over our webcam. Now she may not even be able to see the baby or know him or her.
I can not think of this right now.
And that is all.