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When Peter, my second husband, and I first met, we were in our thirties. We
both wanted to have children, so that seemed like the right thing to do. At that time,
local birthing center. We had faithfully attended Lamaze classes, which taught us
how to do the fast, panting and exhaling exercises. These were supposed to help
me endure labor.
each morning, I could get on with the business at hand. At that time, my dad and I
were running the stained glass shop. He always fixed himself a pot of coffee, as
soon as we stepped in the door. Simply smelling his coffee, gave me such a
Our first son, Michael, was appropriately born on Labor Day. When I started
going into labor at home, I was having a difficult time getting into a comfortable
back. It was an upside-down wooden chair, with a piece of plywood attached to it,
at an angle.
dilating, the midwife, who was on call, suggested that I come to the center. My
parents and sister, who were so excited about this baby, met us there. With the
onset of each contraction, I had such excruciating back pain, that my support group
took turns rubbing my back as hard as they could. That was the only thing which
Several hours of this agonizing ordeal went by. I was still not dilating, even
though the piercing contractions kept coming. At that point, I was completely
drained. Our midwife, who we were very fond of, continued leafing through her
enormous childbirth manual, for suggestions on speeding up the dilation process.
When she suggested that we try nipple massaging, I felt like it was time for me to
go a different route. After being in labor for so many hours, I needed immediate
results. Nipple massaging may have done the trick, but I was too worn out, to wait
admitted to a hospital. They immediately gave me some kind of shot, to help start
the dilation. Our midwife came along, and that was a real comfort for me. She
waited with us, for what seemed like an eternity, in a pre-delivery holding room.
Once there was an opening and a doctor available, I was wheeled into a delivery
room.
stirrups, along the edge of the delivery table. I told her I did, then found them to be
too uncomfortable. She was so put out, when I told her I had changed my mind.
“Now look what you’re making me do,” she complained, as she took the stirrups
By that time, I had been in labor over twenty-four hours. After wanting a
child for so many years, it was quite ironic that I was too exhausted to enjoy the
moment of his birth. The doctor who delivered him, whom I had never met before,
jokingly said that we needed ribbons for the baby’s long, dark hair. After the
delivery, when the nurse said, “Here is your baby boy,” I was so completely
Of course, after a few hours of rest, I got to hold my bundle of joy. I was as
proud and happy as any mother could be. The next day, Pete and I took our baby
and moved in with my parents, who had offered their assistance. The time
immediately after giving birth, was nearly as difficult as the birth itself. One of the
doctors, at the hospital, had warned me that there were four physical complications
and mental problems, which commonly occur after childbirth. I ended up getting
all of them. After a few days, at least my postpartum blues went away, and we were
Michael had a wicked case of colic, which started about a week after he was
born. Each evening, Peter and I literally dreaded seeing the nighttime approach.
Michael’s uncontrollable crying started when it got dark, and went on for hours.
The only way we could survive, was for each of us to take shifts. I remember
looking over and seeing Peter rock Michael back and forth on his lap. Eventually,
we discovered that if we placed him in a crank-up baby swing, it would put him to
sleep. After much searching, we finally found one, which swung for a long time.
Michael was born. At that time, they had a few vacant storefronts. The mall
management invited local craftspeople to fill in those spaces, rent free. It was a
win-win situation for everyone. We got a rent-free store, and they had their empty
storefronts filled. About eight of us opened The Creative Collection. We took turns
manning the shop. One of the craftsmen, Ed, displayed handsome, hand-built
furniture, from his woodworking shop. Whenever I manned our store, I put
One year, when I was still a glass exhibitor at Cedar Lakes Arts and Crafts
Fair, Peter and I kept Michael in his playpen, in the booth with us. We would have
gotten rich, if we had a dollar for every time one of the thousands of fairgoers
asked us, “How much is the baby?” Being able to have Michael with me, wherever
I worked, was something I never took for granted. At a design class at Cedar
Lakes, he came with me. Our instructor absolutely loved him, and he was the hit of
the class. A highly-recommended babysitter, in Ripley, kept him during the day. In
the evening, he ran around the classroom, in his little walker on wheels.
Michael’s first words were, “Nan Mom,” which was what he called me for
some time. That was the likely combination he came up with, from hearing me
called both Nancy and Mom. Whenever we held him up to a mirror, and asked
him, “Who is that?” he replied, “Mike Mike.” That became his nickname for many
years.
Peter and I took Michael camping with us, when he was a baby, on a trip to
visit friends and relatives in New England. Outside of our tent, at a campground in
New Hampshire, Michael spoke his first sentence. “I love you, chocolate milk,”
came out as clearly as could be. He had directed that to me, and we thought it was
a pretty clever way of bribing me into giving him his favorite drink.
Fifteen months after Michael was born, our youngest son, Ian, came along.
By that time, I was 35, and my age put me in the “Danger Zone,” for having
children. This round, my pregnancy was monitored very closely. I chose to go with
the more convention childbirth route, and qualified to be a patient at the WVU
medical teaching center. I was seen by a terrific group of young doctors, doing
their residency.
During one visit, right before my due date, Dr. Bush couldn’t get a response
immediately to their lab, for an amniocentesis. Seeing that 19-inch needle coming
towards me was frightening, to say the least. To my surprise and relief, the
procedure was virtually painless. That afternoon, I received a message, saying that
from the first. Our friend, Pam, agreed to watch Michael, while all of my family
headed to the hospital with me. She couldn’t believe that he could read, at such a
young age. Actually, at only fifteen months, he couldn’t read at all. He had simply
memorized all of his books, appearing as if he could read.
At the hospital, I was to have my labor induced at six in the morning. The
fluid they gave me, started working, in what seemed like no time at all. This
delivery happened so quickly, it was done and over with in a flash. My parents had
run downstairs to the snack bar, to pick up something for lunch. By the time they
came back upstairs, the delivery was over. In the delivery room, my squawking
baby firmly grasped the scissors in the doctor’s hand, before he could cut the
newborn infant, who knew precisely what to do, seemed nothing short of a miracle.