I felt like a whale. Probably looked like one too. I was only 18 years old, married and living in Honolulu, HI where my Navy husband was stationed. We had narrowed the baby names down to just two. I wanted a little boy, but I woke up that morning knowing that she was a girl. I wasn't disappointed. I had held her spirit inside me for nearly 9 months.
We were having a late dinner with our friends when the first pain hit. Back then you were to stop eating as soon you felt a contraction, but it was pork chops, mashed taters and corn and I wasn't going to miss it.
Every 5 minutes from the start, she worked her way toward the new world. As soon as my supper was finished, I went to take a shower. New daddy kept telling me that it wasn't 5 minutes anymore so I should hurry. She really wanted to meet her parents face to face.
At the hospital I was taken down a dark hallway to my "room" There was minimal light and I felt isolated. In a few minutes I clapped my hand on the service bell and told them it was time, but they said no. A lot they knew! I called them back and they asked me just to be calm. They were a long way away when the urgency hit. I couldn't reach the bell so I screamed for them to come. Less than 2 minutes later we were in the delivery room, 90 minutes from the first contractions.
Heather and I worked together and the doctor barely got his hands washed in time to catch. Here she is!! She's beautiful! She has a dimple and bright blue eyes. She rolled over in the nursery just 45 minutes after she appeared.
As I have been writing this I have been remembering all the little details of that day; too many to relate here. Precious moments as clear in my head today as they were that night 45 years ago.
A blessed and Happy Birthday to you, Heather!! I love you.