I know exactly what I was doing --- GIVING BIRTH TO MY FIRST CHILD!! Lauren Elizabeth Kelley -- the one and only!!
I know when the contractions started (about 4:30 a.m.), I remember calling the doctor's office and being told to wait until the contractions are stronger and closer together. I remember Michael and I watching Oprah on TV -- trying to pass the time. (Yes, Oprah's had a TV show that long!!) I remember finally going to the hospital at around 4 p.m. I recall that during the pregnancy I had been so worried about 'my body being seen' but when I walked into Methodist Hospital on the afternoon of Feb. 7th, 1989, I could care less! I happily ripped off my clothes and donned a hospital gown and welcomed all manner of help offered to get this child OUT of my body. But --- that wouldn't happen until after many hours of
---an epidural (yeah, right -- Dr. Crane, at my request, dosed me so low it was almost useless)
---pushing, pushing, pushing, pushing, pushing, feeling sick, experiencing the worst pain of my life, pushing, pushing, pushing, pushing, feeling sick, experiencing the worst pain of my life, pushing, pushing, pushing, pushing . . . you get the picture
---an episiotomy (by that time all the pain had settled into one, huge, monstrous groin devastation, so the episiotomy was a piece of cake)
---and finally, at 11:32 p.m. -- Lauren Elizabeth Kelley
I remember that her father couldn't wait to get his hands on her. The nurses tried to get me to hold her, but my arms (well, my whole body) was still shaking and weak from all that pushing that I couldn't. So, while Dr. Crane finished 'repairing' what was left of me -- Michael took his first born child into a corner of that hospital room and welcomed her to the world. He told her what her name would be and he prayed over her, dedicating her to God Almighty for the rest of her life.
Yeah, I remember what I was doing 20 years ago today. Do you?
Happy Birthday to my 20-year-old firstborn. I couldn't love you any more.
Love,
Mom