My Mom’s birth story


I asked my Mom to write out her birth story so I could share it!  I want to have a few on here before I have my very own!  I like to hear them…and they’re all so different!  I imagine what mine will be like over and over in my head!  Sweet John has agreed to take note of things that go on during labor when I can’t do so…that way I won’t forget some of the little things like what time things happened and in what order!  (Okay I know what order SOME THINGS will go in…but ya know… some things are random!)

 

When Daddy and I got married, we decided to wait until we could afford to have a baby and figured it would be about 5 years.  After talking to other parents, we realized that we were naïve in thinking that anyone can ‘afford’ to have a baby.

At the beginning of 1985, we decided to start a family. Pampaw would  be 65 years old that summer and we wanted him to see and enjoy his grandchild(ren). We didn’t tell anyone of our plans. It took six months for us to get pregnant and for five months I cried when I realized I wasn’t pregnant. When it was confirmed that I was having a baby after six months of trying, I didn’t think any day could possibly be more beautiful than that day. I was wrong. Saturday, April 19th, 1986 was the most beautiful day.

We were at Linda and David’s house on the 18th celebrating David’s birthday (one day late), when I realized I was in labor. I had previously had Braxton-Hicks contractions, but I knew what I was feeling was real labor. It started out very mild with a small amount of discomfort (no pain). It continued to be mild throughout the night and into the next morning. When the contractions came five minutes apart, we called the doctor and left for the hospital.

We arrived at East Ridge Hospital about 6:30 that morning. It was a beautiful spring day. Just outside of my room was a cherry tree in full bloom. From that day on, I have loved cherry trees.

I remember lying in bed, still only having mild discomfort with the contractions, thinking that labor was much easier than I thought it would be. I had imagined being in extreme pain, but was very pleasantly surprised. Of course, it was short-lived, but it was nice while it lasted.

The doctor came in to examine me and he was expecting to break my water. Unfortunately, my water had broken high the day before and I didn’t realize it. That meant that you were in danger of infection and my labor had to be sped up with the possibility of a c-section. The thought of having a c-section terrified me.

It wasn’t until then that I realized I wasn’t going to be pregnant much longer. I wasn’t going to feel you kick anymore. I wasn’t going feel your hiccups anymore. I wasn’t going to feel you get angry when the hiccups didn’t go away fast enough anymore. I wasn’t going to feel you inside me anymore. I was so heartbroken.

A few minutes later, I was given an injection to speed up my labor. My contractions went from “I can handle this!” to “Give me drugs NOW!!!!!!!!!!”. I believe I would have gone through it much easier if my labor had been allowed to progress at its own pace.

You were a stubborn little cuss. You were supposed to be face down, but you were on your right side (or maybe it was the other way around) and didn’t want to turn. The doctor was able to get you turned and you were born at 4:54 pm EDT (eastern daylight savings time). You were perfect! Ten fingers, ten toes and a head full of hair. We didn’t want to know if you were a boy or a girl ahead of time, but I knew in my heart that you were a girl. The nurses kept trying to tell me that your heart rate was too slow for a girl and I was going to have a boy. I told them no, I was having a girl. They just laughed, but we got the last laugh!

They rolled me into the recovery room and sent for everyone. Pampaw walked up beside me and I asked him what he thought of his little granddaughter. He couldn’t say anything. He hugged me and cried.

I wasn’t allowed to even touch you when you were born because I was running a low grade fever. I didn’t get to hold you until 11:30 that night and didn’t want to let you go. You were so beautiful! I couldn’t believe you were really mine.

God blessed me with a beautiful baby girl, who grew up to be a beautiful young lady! I thank Him every day for you!

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