It was a very dark and very foggy night when we set out on the road to parenthood thirty-three years ago today. And I literally do mean we set out on the road to parenthood. But I'm getting a little ahead of myself, let me go back to the beginning.
When we were expecting our first child, we were told that our insurance would cover all of the prenatal care and the delivery but that if we went to the emergency room for false labor, we would have to pay that bill out of pocket.
Our pockets were very shallow and very empty at the time. Hubs was determined that we would NOT have any false labor trips. Being not yet a medical care-giver, he had absolutely no idea of what either false or true labor "looked" like.
I remember well the first contraction. I was standing in the kitchen chopping potatoes to throw in the crock pot with our pot roast which I was preparing for the next day's Sunday dinner. I never got even ONE BITE of that pot roast, though I did finish preparing it for "the rest of them."There was no pain. There was no screaming. In fact, I didn't tell hubs about the first contraction - - - just glanced at the clock and began timing.
When the second one hit in about 15 minutes, I calmly informed him I thought we were "off and running" so to speak. He told me it was false labor and to just forget about it. He based this "expert" opinion on the fact that I was not screaming and wailing in pain.
I went about my business - - - but I can assure you quite definitely that I did NOT forget about it.
When my contractions were about five minutes apart, I told him I really thought we should start the 45 minute trip to the hospital. He was still sure I was in false labor because this could not be the "real" thing if I was rational. He told me to wait a little longer.
When the contractions were three minutes apart, I told him that I was going to the hospital, and he could either come with me or I'd drive myself. He didn't want me trying to drive myself through the split pea fog, so he got out of bed and went down to start the car while I waddled in that direction.
When I got to the top of the stairs, I had to sit down and wait out a contraction. He appeared at the bottom of the stairs and said, "Are you coming?" I said, "Yes, but I have to wait for this contraction to finish." He said, "Oh." And went back out to the car.
Contraction over - - - I waddled to the bottom of the stairs and got to the middle of the kitchen floor before I had to sit down, right in the middle of the floor, to wait out another contraction. Hubs appeared in the kitchen doorway and said, "Are you coming or not?" I replied that I was coming, but just had to wait out another contraction. He didn't think they could possibly be coming that fast.
Finally, I made it to the BACK seat of our little 1975 Mustang so I could "lie down." Perhaps you remember those? They had bucket seats in the back - - - sort of a bench seat with little buckets indented into each side. That middle "hump" between the seats is what I had to try to lie across.
I will never forget that ride. What should have been a 45 minute ride stretched out to about an hour and fifteen minutes as hubs struggled to see the road through the soup. I was blowing fiercely the entire way. Fiercely!
We arrived at the hospital and the nurses whisked me away to an examining room while hubs parked the car and settled into the waiting room.
A student nurse checked me.
Her eyes got the size of saucers and she turned to the "real" nurse and said, "I think YOU better check this one."
Real nurse checked and HER eyes got the size of saucers. They hustled me onto a gurney quick as greased lightning. I heard them shouting something about "no time for a prep on this one" and away we flew through the waiting room to the elevator and from thence up to the delivery room.
As we sailed through the waiting room - - - I heard hubs' voice off in the distance say, "Are we going home?" To which the nurse shouted: "WE'RE GOING TO THE DELIVERY ROOM!!!!!"
Still no screaming or wailing from me, I am proud to say.
In the delivery room I had to do a lot more fierce blowing while I waited for hubs and the doctor to suit up and mask up. MEN - - - what do they know about the URGENCY of pushing????
Finally they said, "push" and I did, and with that one push, she burst upon the scene, exactly six hours after I felt the first contraction.
Our first little bundle of joy. Keri Rachelle Broyles. She had a perfect little round face, ten perfect little fingers - - - each with a perfect little nail - - - and ten chubby little toes.
I know all you moms out there have experienced this for yourself, but it's ALWAYS OK to remember the mystery and joy and awe of that moment when they place that first miracle in your arms.
Hubs was so excited he took my suitcase home with him.
And Keri? Well, in spite of all we DID NOT KNOW as first time parents, she grew and thrived. She thrilled us with her smiles and her antics. She has been our family planner and orchestrator ever since. What I lack in "plan ahead" skills, she has in abundance. When "news" needs to be shared with the family - - - she does the texting, a skill I may never acquire.
She taught us how to parent. And when her siblings began to arrive - - - four years later - - - she "helped" parent every one of them, especially the last two.
She was the first grandchild on BOTH sides of the family - - - and I'm here to tell you, she was the apple of ALL our eyes.
Now she is married to Jason ("The Little Cheese" 'cause hubs is the big one) and is a mama, an extraordinary one, herself.
Happy Birthday Keri Rachelle Baker!
You are STILL bringing us joy!!!
PS - - - your card will be here on Thanksgiving Day as is our usual custom since I still am quite unable to plan ahead.
Happy Birthday Keri! Your Mom is a riot! Even though we mothers have all been through this, the stories are all just a little bit different, and the men never seem to come out very well in them, do they?! I don't know why they never believe us when we say it's time to get to the hospital. Maybe if they knew what it felt like to push something the size of a watermelon out of a pinhole, they'd understand!!!!!!!!!
Happy B-day Keri!! Her baby pix look like Piper!!!Keetha, that has to be one of the best posts you have ever written, I was laughing and crying at the same time!! Thanks for that today!
Oh, yes. Parenthood. It starts out with a big effort, and keeps going from there . . .
Way to go, KB and GB.
Happy birthday, Keri! I'm coming to love you and your family so much through your mama. You are a lucky girl to have such a loving family.
Keetha-I thought I had the corner on the market on being late with cards and such! Thanks for sharing her birth story with us.
Such fun memories. Thanks for sharing - and Happy day to Keri!
What a sweet post. Happy Birthday to Kerri! I can't believe that it went that quickly with your first.
My son is 30, I was induced, had to have emergency c-section, had an asthma attack and spent the first 24 hours in ICU without my son. This was during one of the worst winter storms in history and 2 days before Super Bowl. My doctor didn't want to miss his game!
What a sweet post! Ah, those first 'mommy' moments...they were sweet!
Happy birthday to your daughter, and kudos to you for raising her to be such a helpful part of your family's life.
I don't have the words to describe to you how much this post means to me. I am sobbing!! THANK YOU. Thank you for being the Mom you are and thank you for sharing this story. I love you (and Dad, of course!!) SO MUCH. As an adult, I am fully aware of just how blessed my life has been. Having you and Dad as parents is a gift from God.
THANK YOU AGAIN!!!!
Great job mom and dad, you brought up the sweetest little girl ever and she put that sweetest in her husband and children! Happy Birthday Keri!
ps: I cried too keri!
She is gorgeous and I loved your story!
Isn't it amazing how they thrived when we didn't know beans about raising them.
Well, Keri's comment made me cry! I also had one of those mustangs and I'm not visualizing being horizontal in the back seat!
Happy "Birth" Day to you both!!! What a great story. And I've said it before NOVEMBER Birthdays rock.
What a beautiful post & pictures of our 1st darling grandchild!!! Where and who was your hubs mother,to not have taught him empathy for a pregnant wife...wait, wait, don't tell me...he was only remembering his own struggle into this world (54 hours) and the doctor held no hope of even his survival. How blessed we truly are!!!
Happy Birthday Keri and thanks for so many beautiful memories!!!
The number one song on her birth was Stevie Wonders,"Isn't She Lovely". Tears flowed freely as I listened on the radio. She was born in Anderson, SC. This was where the movie "Radio" was based. It was also around the same time.
What a precious post this was. Happy Birthday Keri! What special memories to share...loved all of it.
Wonderful story of your special event. I remember meeting Baby Keri at Pam's wedding. Happy Birthday Keri!
I believe what hubby MEANT with his "Radio" comment was that the EVENTS depicted in the movie occurred in Anderson, SC around 1976, which was the year of Keri's birth. The movie was made later.
How I LOVED this story of Keri's birth. . . which, by the way, occurred just five months after my son's! Thankfully, my hubby listened to me when I said "it's time"! However, I do recall he seemed to be aiming for every pothole on the way to the hospital! :)
I think this story of yours is such a gift to your daughter. . . of course, she is the amazing gift to you and your hubby, too!
So, since you are both such great organizers, can I send you a list of all of the stuff I have to do between now and Dec. 25. . and have you two help me figure out how I can possibly pull it all off?
You said you have a black kitty, Gomer, who looked like the one I photographed at the tree farm. WE have one, too, and his name is Frankie! I LOVE sweet black cats!
Have a great weekend and a wonderful Thanksgiving! L, Dana
Great story. Her kids look just like her.
I'm laughing and crying too.
You illustrated perfectly the down side of being a calm obstetrical patient. You can't possibly be ready if you can bear pain without complaint.
I was a nurse on OB in the misty past, and husbands were proud, but somewhat puzzled when their wives were quiet in labor.
WHat an absolutley precious post!!!
And Keri IS one wonderful mother and one beautiful person (in and out-like her mom). Happy Birthday Keri!
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