The last day of September, 1978 found Ed and his daddy installing two gas heaters in our new home addition. It found me and Ed’ s mama shopping! The idea was to get me to walk! The baby was now 10 days overdue.
I didn’t think much about it at the time, but all day I’d had a little bit of something going on “down there”. It didn’t occur to me that it could be amniotic fluid leaking out–until that afternoon when it hit me! We’d already made one false alarm trip to the hospital and I didn’t want a repeat–so I just waited…
We finally decided that maybe we should go to the hospital and get things checked out, even though I wasn’t having any pains to speak of. We showered and left for the hospital late that afternoon. Sure enough, it was fluid leakage and they put me in the hospital and induced labor that night.
I was in the same hospital that Ed worked in, and even though we hadn’t taken birthing classes, I’d read birthing books and practiced the breathing techniques. Ed was used to medical stuff, so they agreed to let him be with me during delivery.
I didn’t have a classic labor and delivery. It only took me a few hours to fully dilate, but the baby’s head was high in my pelvis and I couldn’t get it to drop down like it should. I ended up having a high forceps delivery with no medication. Ed didn’t get to be with me because it wasn’t a normal delivery. That was the most excruciating pain I hope that I ever have to feel in my life! It felt like they were literally tearing my insides out–which they were in a sense. I screamed because I couldn’t help it. I cried but had no tears. I know what it must feel like to be tortured to death. I was strapped down and at the mercy of the doctor–not my doctor–and he showed no mercy! He went up in there with those huge tongs and dragged my baby out!
At 5:22 in the morning, Brandy Denise made her entrance(against her will) into this world. She weighed 8 pounds and was 19 inches long. She had a head full of black hair. She looked like a little oriental baby to me. She had a mark on one cheek from the forceps, but thank the good Lord, she was perfect other than that.
I, on the other hand, looked and felt as if I’d been hit by a train! Every muscle in my body was sore, my throat was sore, and my hair looked like the rats had nested in it because I had writhed around in pain for so long. My own husband didn’t even recognize me laying on a stretcher in the hall!
Of course to further complicate matters, I had to take antibiotics after the birth because my water had been broken for over 24 hours before the birth. That kept me from being able to breast feed for 3 days. By then, Brandy was hooked on the bottle and wouldn’t take the breast, so I ended up with engorged breasts the size of basketballs! It’s amazing the things some women have to endure to become a mother! It’s a wonder that we even survive!