Gramma got married when she was 17. When she was 19, they found out they were going to have a baby…ME! Gramma was very excited!
One Saturday in October, Gramma started to have some light cramps in her back. It was still 4 weeks until her baby was due, but she wondered if maybe this was labor. Granpa worked nights at the time, so he was home. She woke him up and asked him to come sit in the bathroom while she took a shower. After her shower she was still having the cramps, they didn’t hurt, but they were definitely coming every 10 minutes. Gramma called the Dr and he told her to go into the hospital to be checked.
When they got to the hospital, Gramma was sent to the labor ward and Granpa was sent to the waiting room. Back then, Dad’s weren’t allowed to stay with the Mom while a baby was being born. Gramma stayed by herself in a little room for a long time. She expected them to send her home, but they didn’t.
Around 5 pm she had a very sharp pain. It hurt so badly that she screamed. All the nurses and the Dr ran in the room. A few minutes later she had another really sharp pain and I slid right out into the waiting Dr’s hands. I weighed 6lbs 6 oz and was 18 inches long. Gramma says I was perfectly proportioned and looked just like an 18 inch baby doll. I was smaller than any of you were when you were born (even Marissa).
Since this was a REALLY long time ago, the hospital rules were very different than they are today. Gramma had to stay in the hospital for a whole week and they only let her see me for half an hour once every four hours. The rest of the time they kept me in the nursery with all the other babies. They only let Granpa visit Gramma for 2 hours twice a day, I’m not sure if they let him hold me at all.
I don’t know of any pictures of me before I was 5 months old. Gramma and Granpa didn’t have a camera. Gramma says that Granpa has some pictures, but I have never seen them.