Wednesday, April 25, 2012

It was a First

April 25, 1972. My back ached that morning. I didn't feel so good. I spent the day lazing around. That night I crawled into bed next to my husband. He had a pad of paper and a pen in hand. "Here comes another one," I said. He marked the time on the pad. About midnight there were no more. We slept in our clothing.

At five o'clock it all started up again but in full force. We hopped into our little Corolla and dashed off to the hospital. I didn't know how to do this. My mother there to help me. My nervous husband was my only source of help and, in truth, not much help. The woman in the bed across the hall was screaming. I refused to have my child come into the world to a screaming mother.

"It's time," the nurse said. Time???? Nine months had not prepared me for this moment. Twenty-five years had not prepared me for the birth of my first child. I needed more time!  Indeed, it was time.  Back then drugs were just an automatic. I was given a painful shot in my back then settled in for the most incredible scene I had ever witnessed before or since.

The mirror was tilted, so I could watch. "What's that?" I asked.

"That is your child's head. Looks like your baby has a lot of hair."

Hair? I was expecting a bald baby. This first glimpse of my baby was a crown of black hair. She would look like her father. At that moment, I fell in love.

My body was doing its thing while I laid back and watched this miracle that had happened a bizillion times before. This was one of many births, but all new to me. The tiny child was born into the waiting hands of the doctor. "You have a girl," he announced.

Tears ran down my cheeks as I watched the nurse place my tiny girl into the warming bed. She curled into a small ball with her hands held together as if in prayer beneath her little cheek. Indeed she had a head of beautiful, black hair.

Twenty-five years ago I discovered a love I had never before known. The journey of forty years has not always been easy, but that love that was placed in my arms all those years ago is still the one I love to hold again and again.

I was given a gift that day.....and I got to take her home.

1 comment:

  1. What a beautiful story! I wasn't prepared for my first either. No one could have prepared me for that wonderful experience, mine is now 35 yrs old :)