33 Years Ago Today……
…..my, how time flies!
This morning bright and early the Pressman and I went to the local hospital health fair. We were in a waiting room with several of our friends talking and catching up on chit chat and they called my name to come sign my papers. I looked at the clock and it showed 6:57 a.m. and as I wrote my name and then filled in the date it struck me as to where I was and what I was doing on this date in 1977. It was a Saturday morning and beautiful outside, the birds were singing, the sun was shining and I awoke a little earlier than normal with this twinge in my back, then a twinge in my tummy. It’s 5:30 a.m., everyone is asleep. Besides, the last time pains like this occurred it took hours and hours to have that baby. Really, it was two days. I’m not getting in any hurry this time, no more of that lying around in the hospital waiting and waiting. Not this time. I’m going back to sleep and at a respectable hour we will get up and take that short jaunt to the hospital. Anyway, those twinges will probably go away. I already knew that this one was going to take his good old-time getting here, he was already 6 days late as it was. Why get in a hurry now? I mean, I’m going to have to clean up after this kid, change his diapers, feed him, wash his clothes, make sure he has washes behind his ears, brushes his teeth, wears matching socks, tucks his shirt tail in, gets to school on time, gets his lessons, gets to his games on time, says “thank you” and “yes, ma’am”, run him to the emergency room time and again, doesn’t act like a heathen when he goes to church – that’s another story for another day – doesn’t stay out too late, doesn’t skip school, doesn’t drive too fast….I think I’d better stop while I’m ahead.
I’m going to lay here and sleep for just a little while longer…..well, maybe another hour or so. Twinge…twinge…TWINGE! Ok, maybe we had better head for the hospital, but it’s still only 7 a.m. Everybody up and at’em. We’re going to the hospital. The twinges still weren’t that bad so we really didn’t hurry. Mom came and picked up the #1 kid and off we went. It’s just about 7 or 8 miles to the local hospital, no need to hurry. About half way there we noticed smoke billowing up into the sky. Oh, excitement, the old County Home was burning. Come on Pressman, can we just stop to watch for a little while? He just slowed down a little and then on we went. He wasn’t going to stuck out in the country with a screamin’ holerin’ pregnant woman. You know, he does that same thing when we are driving and I see a garage sale, he just slows down and then about a mile or so later he says, “did you want to stop?’ Just like my Dad, he did the same thing. I should be use to it by now.
Anyway, we arrive at the hospital, there’s the wheel chair, the nurse and off we go to the maternity area. Back then they only had one delivery room, none of this suite stuff back then, just one itsy bitsy little ol’ delivery room. Well, wouldn’t ya know – it’s busy. “Tell that woman back there to get a move on! My twinges have turned to pains!” For some reason my the Pressman had to leave the room and when he came back in he said, “guess who’s in the delivery room?” At that point I really didn’t care ‘who was in the delivery room’. I just wanted her outta there and me in. Guess who – what is this, 20 questions?! I was just laying there thinking in my mind, just give a big push and get the heck out-of-the-way. Well, come to find out, I knew who it was. It was this primpy little thang that was a couple of years behind me in school. Her initials are GL. That was her first and middle name. No one ever just called her by her first name. It was always G…. L… – GL get out of there!!! Do ya need some help? Well, finally, a nurse came in and said the GL’s baby had arrived. Good, let’s go, let’s do this – huff, huff, huff! No, we can’t go in there yet, they have to clean the room. Where is Mr. Clean when you need him? In my mind’s eye this seemed to go on for hours – finally, it’s our turn. It’s a few minutes before 9 a.m. and we are finally getting our turn in the delivery room. Well, at a few minutes after 9 we had a plumb baby boy.
Happy Birthday baby boy! 33 years! It doesn’t seem like it’s been that long ago. You’re still my baby boy, you will always be no matter how old you are or where you are in this world. I love you!
PS! – Happy Birthday S, I know that you will always be your Momma’s baby girl too!
PPS – BOTH of you behave tonight!! This message is from both of your Mommas. GL, I just know that you would want me to say that.