Happy Birthday, Collin!

I’d planned to post this at 7:56am–the exact time at which you entered this world thirty-four years ago today–but the best laid plans can go awry, even for well-meaning mothers. I planned to use your hospital photo in this post, but not only have I not yet scanned it, I can’t even find it. It’s in your baby book–which I believe is locked in your grandmother’s cedar chest. It was unlocked all those years–what genius finally decided to lock it, anyway? (Please don’t say it was me….) Instead, I’ll use the photo of you with Easter Bunny on your first Easter….

Yep. That’s the one. Consider yourself lucky I didn’t use the bathtub photo. I’m saving that one for your future wife.

So, anyway…this is my birthday message to you, and it just happens that everybody else gets to read it, too.

I’ll never forget the morning you were born. You’ve heard the story before, but now I’m recording it for posterity. One day your kids can come and read all about your entry into the world…and know what a wuss their grandmother was!

It was cold, it was raining…my feet were so puffy, I couldn’t get my shoes on when we left for the hospital. That was no fun. In spite of everything I had read in preparation for your arrival, I had no idea those vague lower back pains that woke me in the middle of the night were labor pains. For crying out loud, they were nothing like the women I’d seen in labor on TV! It wasn’t until around 2am that I realized there was a pattern to those pains. Five minutes apart. Okaaay…. I went to get Mom. Dad had already alerted her. “I think you’re going to the hospital tonight,” he told her after my third trip to the bathroom. Seriously. I really didn’t know!

By the time we got to St. Agony’s–okay, okay, it’s St. Anthony’s!–there was no longer any doubt in my mind that you were well on your way. March 3rd–what were the odds of you arriving on your due date, yet here you were, about to make your appearance. I was excited–and scared to death. I had no business having a baby. I didn’t even know how to take care of myself! I wanted Mom in the delivery room with us, but the nurse said she couldn’t go because she hadn’t taken the Lamaze classes.

“She doesn’t need any classes,” I protested. “She’s delivered hundreds of puppies and pigs!”

They didn’t understand that I needed her there. They had no way of knowing that she would be a calming influence if I were to panic. Mom had always been good in an emergency. She could handle it, with or without the classes. (Besides, taking the classes didn’t guarantee anything–my hospital roommate’s husband took them, and he passed out during her delivery!)

Labor progressed quickly for a first baby. “How big was she when she was born?” the nurse asked Mom.

“Six pounds and a half ounce,” Mom said.

The nurse smiled. “This baby’s going to be a lot bigger than that.”

Just what I wanted to hear….

My obstetrician finally arrived and decided to examine me. “I just checked her, Doctor,” the nurse told him. “She’s not dilated enough yet.”

He looked up. “She is now. Let’s get her into delivery.”

Your birth came fast. Six hours of labor, an anesthetic for me after I socked a delivery room nurse, and there you were–eight pounds, two ounces, twenty-one and a quarter inches long, with a mop of dark hair that got everyone’s attention–especially since I was bald until I was four! I remember regaining consciousness and hearing Mom talking to Dad on the phone. She was crying. I thought something had gone wrong until I heard her say, “He’s got hair….”

Oh, for crying out loud!

And now, for a laugh–Collin received this birthday card from our dear family friend, Pearl….

Pretty funny, huh?

21 responses

  1. I love this story… “He's got hair” should be your family quote. To use after any sentence under any circumstance.

    Happy Happy Birthday Collin and let their be cake !

    cheers, parsnip

  2. Happy Birthday, Collin! (And don't forget to get your mom a nice gift, a small diamond necklace or a little sports car, for having you!)

    I smiled all the way through your delivery, Norma. (Er, that's the story, not the actual event.) When Collin marries, your story's got to be included somewhere in the festivities. It's a beautiful story beyond words that will touch everyone's heart.

    When our friend's daughter went into delivery, her husband was there. Just as the baby crowned, her husband fainted and banged his head and shoulder. Two days later, the new mom visited her husband in the hospital! He was all hooked up and bandaged as if in one of those hospital stories on tv.

  3. Kittie–nobody ever pictured me with kids. When they found out I was pregnant, they'd all say, “Oh, dear God!”

    My mom said women get hit by the maternal instinct at the time of birth…but she was pretty sure I ducked.

  4. Happy birthday to your baby;)! Collin's lucky to have you recording this–his kids will enjoy it! So glad they let your mom stay with you. I think I forgot everything I learned in Lamaze class once I was in the delivery room.

  5. Happy Birthday, Collin! This post is so sweet and such a wonderful way to kick off the week! I hope the new birthday year is the best one yet (and I love that photo:).

  6. Mom didn't get to go in the delivery room, but they did let her stay in the labor room with me.

    I've considered documenting his entire childhood in a blog for his future kids. Something they can use for ammunition!

  7. He was small–just six weeks old! Had he been old enough to know what was going on, he probably would have screamed his head off at the sight of Easter Bunny instead of sleeping through the whole thing!

  8. Happy birthday to Collin, he's a lucky young man Norma! So silly that they wouldn't let your Mum into the delivery room, they were a bit stuffy back then, that would never happen these days. My son was 33 this year, how time flies!

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