PURE OUTRAGE

Don't get alarmed. This post is actually not (completely) about my boy.

We went to the hospital tonight to see him and for Jason to give him a blessing. That is not the part that outraged me. As we drove around looking for a parking spot I saw a woman in a hospital gown standing outside smoking. Jason and I were slightly perplexed at the fact that someone who has been admitted to a hospital would smoke- it just seems a little counter-intuitive.

We parked the car and walked towards the door of the hospital, and I saw a very familiar bump on this woman. On her stomach. This biznatch who was VERY VERY pregnant was standing outside of the hospital SMOKING. At first I was shocked, but then I became very upset. I looked at her, completely aghast, and started bawling as we walked away. I didn't drink soda, I stayed away from people who smoked, I even sacrificed SUSHI for the whole time I was pregnant so that my boy would come out strong and healthy, and here I was coming to see my sweet baby in the NICU. How dare she harm her baby INTENTIONALLY????

Jason was proud. I didn't throw down. I kind of didn't have the emotional wherewithall to do it. But I wanted to. It's hard. Part of me wants to say, "I hope your baby is sick so you learn your lesson", but no baby deserves to be sick and hurt. So, "I hope you develop some type of mysterious infection after you give birth to a perfectly healthy baby that not only keeps you from ever being able to procreate again, but gives you sickly blisters all over your face, and especially painful ones on your genitals that cause your baby daddy to leave you and he gains full custody of the baby, remarries a perfectly sweet woman who would never dream of smoking while pregnant, and you end up ugly and alone." So there.