My mom’s been saying for years that she’ll write down or record everything she can remember about her life and my grandparents. Well, for my birthday this year I asked for my story to be written. Though basically a routine birth back in the late sixties, here it is word for word, though I did have to change the spelling of quite a few words!;) By the way, I was the first born!

At approximately 11:30 A,M I received my first labor pain. In those days I was very brave on the outside, but scared to death on the inside. I handled pain with a great deal of silence.

I called your father at work and he called your grandmother Juliet. She came over immediately. She and your grandfather were very caring people. When your father came home we left for the hospital which was a half hour away.

Remembering back I was afraid I wouldn’t make it. The pains were becoming more intense. In those days people were not allowed in the delivery room so your father brought a book to read. There was a delivery room and a labor room. They shaved you and gave you an enema which was the most painful thing I ever had.

Back tracking a little, while I was going to the labor room with Dr. Brander ( who I had a crush on), there were woman in labor who was screaming. There was one thing on my mind and it was get this child OUT!

After the enema they wanted you to wait for at least a few minutes before releasing. Well that was out of the question. They left me alone I couldn’t take the pain so I went to the bathroom by myself. My water didn’t brake so they had to brake it,which had to be done while you had a contraction OOOOH NOOOO! PAIN!

Dr Brander kept asking me if I wanted ether. I kept asking “is the pain going to be worse,” he didn’t answer me so for the last two minutes, I said yes. Then you were born about 7 pm. I remember every one was there to see me because it was visiting hours. The rest is history.

Thanks mom!

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