A Lifetime Love Story
(An excerpt from the blog post http://therealamaezingaj.com/112055-112078-mother-daughter-sistergurls-friends/
***After 15 hours (from midnight Sunday till 5ish on Monday) more if you count the labor on Sunday…I had had enough. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t push. Nothing.
Dr. C came in and said “We’ve got two options: I can go up and in and “un” rim the lip of cervix which is hanging on to help with positioning, or C section.” I said “Lets do it cut me open.” He said “I want to try the other way first but I will get you and Hubs to sign the papers.” About an hour later he came in my room with another doc and four nurses.
He said “If this works we are gonna rush you into delivery. Husband, go get gowned and gloved and the nurses will bring you in. You’re about to meet your SON.”
The last thing Dr.C said to me was “HOLD ON CUZ THIS IS GONNA HURT LIKE HELL” and it did, I screamed and thought I would black out. Next thing I remember I was in delivery. The nurse said “she’s natural birth Dr. C.” He took one look at me and said “can you push?” I shook my head no and he said “get me the anesthesiologist stat, she is gonna go nite nite, she’s had enough” (I think I smiled when I felt the warmth of the liquid and the funny taste in the back of my throat).
They allowed my Hubs to stay and Dr. C delivered (with the salad tongs lol) my “DAUGHTER” at 6:47 p.m. Monday evening and she was 21 inches long.
ON MY BIRTHDAY!!!
Soon after in recovery Hubs was standing over top of me crying which scared the hell out of me. He saw my eyes widen and he said “oh no nothing is wrong, but you didn’t have a boy you had a little girl”
I looked at him and then at my mama and she was crying and shaking her head yes.
I still had a hard time believing it cuz Dr. C is never wrong.
It wasn’t until my Hubs held up his PINK 24 hour visitor pass.
“IT’S A GIRL”….and then I cried.
I couldn’t have been happier.
SHE WAS THE BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT I’VE EVER RECEIVED.
I named her after two of the coolest, strongest Women I knew. My mother in law whose middle name was MORGAN and my Mama whose middle name was ELIZABETH.***
MIJA… TE AMO SIEMPRE
Audrey White
Author of Transparency
https://www.amazon.com/kindle/dp/B07RX7THJ2/
I’m taking you back to 1959-1962. I was a few months shy of 18 years old when my parents shipped me off to my aunt and uncle in Hammond, IN. The purpose of the summer stay was to get a job, work and save for my next years schooling. (Which I did.) I also got fired from that job because I lied about my experience in order to get the job, worked 3 months before they figured out I wasn’t exactly trained for the presses (it was in a newspaper company). Well, that’s another story.
During my stay with aunt and uncle I met a lovely family through my second job attempt…nanny to a 5 year old little boy. I also became friends with the older son who was in Jockey training for the Kentucky Derby. This turned into a 3 year romance that was the foundation of all my expectations in all romances to come after. Now don’t misunderstand…I adore my hubby, as I did my first one…(another story for another time) but…there is magic in a young, long distance romance that one never quite grasps in a more mature relationship.
Whether we are aware of it or not, first romances are all about ourselves (at least they were when I was a young girl), so in reality this is romancing our self. There were places and decisions one just didn’t explore…not if one wished to grow another year older. I managed this romance for the better part of 3 years (one meeting a year) in secret from my papa; my mother knew-although I wasn’t aware that she did at the time. (Explains how I managed to sneak around and not get caught.) I made two trips to the Kentucky Derby where I was treated like royalty (a box seat, a red rose, and my every need attended to). The romance was all about the anticipation. It was safe…I could dream any dream I wanted and know that I could hang onto the dream because it would never come to life. That was the exciting part…always the dream of many possibilities and no responsibility at hand.
Then, reality was presented to me in the form of “death”. I made another out of town trip. I was caught, I was grounded – I mean really grounded – work and school, no friends, no hanging out on Friday night, nothing for what seemed like forever. My prince went on to become a famous jockey, I married at age 22 and the rest is yet another story.
This memory clarifies the point of this site: romance is a feeling, doesn’t have to produce a stabilized result or a finalization point. Just a wonderful, magical, and satisfying feeling of the moment…and the anticipated moments.
Bea Rigsby-Kunz
A Blissful, Romantic life~ Ours for the making
It was Christmas Eve 2009. We are sitting in our living room with family surrounding us, opening gifts when my wonderful husband of 31 years, comes into the room right in front of me…He got on his knees with his hands behind his back and said, “My beautiful wife, I want to thank you for over 30 years of marriage. We just celebrated our 31st anniversary on Dec. 10th. I want to present you with this token of my love and pray we have many more wonderful years together.”
He then presented me with a beautiful diamond ring. Everyone was in tears, including me! We have been through many ups and downs, but our committment to one another truly is “until death do us part.”