NewBorn Baby pees on birth (non-fiction)

I know I am jumping around with these stories and I am sorry, but I have to write them when my mind remembers them or I will forget again and they are coming out in no particular order. Also names are changed to protect the not so innocent except mine and this is my blog.

 


 

Baby K1 was conceived in Camp Lejeune off-base housing and was checked out by the obstetrician in our new duty stations MCAS, Cherry Point, NC. By then we finally had our own housing on base and for enlisted quarters it wasn’t all that bad.

The kitchen was crowded with having the washer and dryer in there, but that was where the hookups were. We had 2 bedrooms. The living room looked out over a nice shady walk and the back door was where we came in since the driveway was out there.

9 months finally comes around and we had a cat sleeping in the crib. We couldn’t keep him out of her crib. Nothing worked. We decided to worry about it later. I was starting to show signs of labor pains and we were running around like crazy. This was our first baby. It was the day before my now ex-hubby’s birthday. We figured she was going to be born on his birthday.

He went to work that day and I had to take our car in for repairs. They provided a driver back however they had to fight with the driver because he was refusing to drive with a pregnant, or should I say very pregnant woman who was having labor pains. Finally somebody took me home.

Overnight the pains got worse and we headed for the hospital. They checked me out and decided it was definitely not time yet and sent me home. I swore I wasn’t coming back. Yeah right!

Saturday morning my ex had to take the dogs to the vets, but didn’t want to leave me. I finally persuaded him to go as we had a CB radio in the car and a base at the house and if he was at the office I could just call  there. He came home and still nothing changed. I had been in labor over 24 hours and was getting anxious. Finally headed back to hospital. This time they decided to keep us and just had us walking the hall until I dilated. Finally they broke my water and put me in a bed.

The pains were getting worse and I refused anesthesia. I went natural childbirth for all 3 of my children. I finally pushed her out and the doctor roared “she peed on me.!” The nurse is like,” the baby or the mother?” He said the baby. He handed them a soggy mess and continued to stitch me up by giving me a local during the pain. He stitched me up and I was put in a room. The baby was in the nursery. I stayed in 4 days since the baby had jaundice and I was breast feeding her.

We finally arrived home with K1 and we go in her room and the cat is in the crib. We went to put the baby in and the cat freaked and never bothered the crib again.

K1 was born the day after her father’s birthday. I tried.

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About Tessa

Teresa (Tessa) Smeigh is now in her 60's and still going strong despite her disabilities affecting both physical and mental abilities. She has bipolar disorder (mental), Fibromyalgia (nerves), degenerative disc disease (spine), and arthritis (joints). Despite that she is active in Mental Health Advocating, writing for www.IBPF.org (volunteer for non-profit) and has 5 blog posts already published by them. She is also working on 2 fiction books (mysteries). She keeps her blog filled with useful content, daily devotionals (She is a Christian), stories and poems. Plenty to keep you busy. She has also been interviewed by blogs and had other posts published on many different blogs. She has 3 blogs so far http://www.tessacandoit.com and http://www.finallyawriter.com and http://www.sunnythoughtsandprayers.wordpress.com She is from Deptford, NJ. Her family and blogs keep her busy.
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