It was May 9, 1982 and I was very pregnant. It also happened to be Mother’s Day. It was thirteen days past my due date and I was miserable. I got up and decided to cook Sunday lunch. When I walked into the kitchen there was a large brown paper bag on the dining table. I began to mutter to myself “Why did Ed leave a bag on the table?” I walked over to get the bag and put it away. When I grabbed it I discovered that it had a surprise hidden under it!
I had seen these cute little dolls made from dish detergent bottles and I liked them very much. I love to collect stuff like that. Ed heard me say that I’d like to have one and bought one for my Mother’s Day gift. You can imagine my reaction when I found a doll under that brown paper bag! Ed is so crafty!
We ate lunch, then went outside to enjoy the May weather. As I sat down in the lawn chair, my water broke! So much for relaxing outside…I went in and called my doctor to ask what I needed to do. Since I wasn’t having any contactions, they asked if we had friends in the city that we could spend the day with.(the hospital was about an hour and a half away from our house) We called Pat and Tim in the city, and they said we could spend the rest of the day with them. I was told to go to the hospital at 11:00 that night if I hadn’t started having contractions by then, and they would induce me.
We got our things together and headed for Pat and Tim’s. We had a nice time visiting with them, spent the whole afternoon and most of the evening with them. At 10:30 we decided to head for the hospital, even though I hadn’t had any pains. Believe it or not, when I got in the car and we headed for the hospital, my contractions began. They were regular, too.
We got to the hospital around 11:00 and got checked in. I began contracting very well. By 3:15 am I was about 5 centimeters dialated. About 3:30 I rolled over and felt something pop. I quickly told Ed to get the nurse. I had dialated from 5 to 10 with that one pop! Less than 45 minutes later, Brett Matthew was born weighing 8 pounds and 11 ounces.
Brett Michael arrives
His birth was just as easy as his sister’s had been hard! I didn’t even have time to get tired–just over 5 hours of labor and a few pushes and he was born!
I nursed him on the delivery room table and he knew just what to do. It was as if he’d been nursing all of his life. No problems at all. Now why can’t everything in life be like that???
Brett’s birthday always falls around Mother’s Day. Every year I can’t help but remember the year that I went to the hospital to become a mother on Mother’s Day.
What a wonderful memory! Thanks for sharing it.