Thirteen years ago today, I gave birth to a strapping 8 lb. 14 oz. baby boy! What an exciting day for our family. It had taken a long six and one-half years from the birth of my first son to bring another baby into this world. We were more than ready for this new little guy and welcomed him warmly. What a tremendous blessing he is to us and what entertainment he brings to our lives.
Aaah – the memories of that day...if I could bottle that feeling, I could make a million.
3:00 a.m. September 30, 1996…I am dreaming and in my dream, there is a lot of pain. Suddenly, I wake up and there is still a lot of pain. I am not dreaming; I am in labor!
No need to panic, it took me three days to get my firstborn into this world. I will not wake MDH up until I think I should go to the hospital. I will time my contractions for a bit. I go into the den and turn on Turner Classic Movies.
I find the 1957 version of Peyton Place just coming on. I have never seen this movie, maybe I will watch for a bit.
The movie is good and I wonder why the 1950’s are traditionally considered a chaste decade. Lana Turner is beautiful. Why do they not make bras like that anymore?
I am hungry. Maybe I should eat something. NO! The last time I gave birth, I ate something and vomited during a hard contraction. Never mind, I will just finish this movie.
Gee, four minutes apart. These things are coming fast. Maybe I should put on my makeup and shave my legs. I looked terrible the last time I gave birth. I want my makeup on this time. Off to the bathroom.
Thirty minutes and four contractions later I look somewhat better. Let’s see what Lana is up to now, the tramp.
Contraction. Breathe. Contraction. Breathe.
Maybe I should wake MDH up. Naaaaah!
I want to see the end of this movie.
Only, about thirty more minutes.
Contraction. Contraction. Contraction. Pant. Pant. Pant.
I crawl to the bedroom.
Get your clothes on and take me to the hospital because I am in labor!!!
How long have you been in labor?
About four hours.
How far apart are the contractions?
About a minute.
Why didn’t you wake me sooner?
I was watching the 1957 version of Peyton Place. I have never seen it before and I wanted to see what happened to trampy Lana Turner.
Contraction. Pant. Pant.
We find ourselves speeding to the hospital. After I am checked in and situated in my room, I am attached to fifteen different monitors. By this time, I am almost dilated to six.
Where is my epidural!
Please bring that large needle and shove it into my spine!
Aaah – that feels much better. No more pain. I actually fall asleep for a bit.
It is time to push!
I hate this part!
3:55 p.m. September 30, 1996…I push twice and am handed a gorgeous baby boy!
Easy as pie!
Can anyone tell me what happened on Peyton Place?
Just kidding, I read the book.
Thanks for reading, Rosie.