Happy Birthday Matthew!
Today is my son's birthday. I am already feeling a bit melancholy because I will not see him, I will not be able to give him a birthday hug. In fact, I have not seen Matt for exactly one year. I miss him. (my eyes are watering)
The one thing I do on my kids' birthdays...I reminisce about the day they were born. Today will not be different.
Glenn and I were living in the south end of Rockbridge County - our first Virginia farm.
I was sitting at my desk (probably finishing off the last of my Christmas cards) inside the house while Glenn built fence along the front hayfield. Suddenly, I was sitting in a puddle. This is it, I thought....
I saw Glenn out front, so I opened the door and yelled as loud as I could so that he could hear me at his distance, " GLENNNNN, COME HERE!!!!!!" His head popped up from his work, and he looked as though he could tell he was really needed.
I quickly called the doctor. He asked me to stop by his office first so that he could give me quick examine to be sure I was ready to go to the hospital. I was ready - the gripping pain had begun.
Glenn and I jumped (well, you know what I mean) into the car. First comment, "We need gas, better stop on the way into town." Great....But, stop we did. Then, the car would not start again - tank filled with gas and dead as the proverbial door nail. Glenn's next suggestion was that I needed to get behind the wheel while he tried to push-start the car. Pain and all, I rolled out of the car, slowly walked around to the driver side, and inched back in. Glenn pushing, the car started. (Note: Glenn discovered later that a very small part, that prevented the car from starting, broke at the gas station stop - what timing!) We returned to our 30 minute drive to town.
Arriving at the doctor's office, taking no further chances, Glenn left the car running. The doctor verified what I already knew - it was time to get to the hospital. Back into the car for a quick, around the corner drive to the hospital.
I hate hospital's; but in this case, I pretty much had no choice.
I went through the typical maternity check-in and was laying down, attached to a monitor, in a matter of minutes. Each pain produced a spike on the monitor. I started watching the monitor, then realized, that I did not need to be given a visual as to when I was experiencing pain - I knew it!
Five hours later, Matthew was pushed into the world. Glenn, at my side, said he was purple. Within minutes, I got my first glance of Matthew's little round, scrunched face (love at first sight). Glenn and I had waited a long time for this moment.
The next time I saw Matthew was when I was awaken during the middle of the night, by a nurse, for Mathew's first of many feedings. He was clean, bundled in blankets, and smelling like a baby. I noticed he had a small spot, discoloration, on his shoulder area (of course I checked inside those blankets...) - an observation that would be helpful later during my hospital stay. Once, I was brought the wrong baby, a girl. Not mine, bring me the right one - NOW! Verify name on bracelet - check, verify identifying mark - check....right baby!
The hospital stay was irritating - I wanted to get home and start my life as a mother. A visit from the baby's doctor (who knew I needed a doctor for myself and a different one for the baby - I did not) and his comment - something about me being no spring chicken... what? - left me longing for a quick departure.
Finally, on Christmas Eve, I was given the word. Matthew and I were going home.
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Dec. 25, 1984 - Our favorite Christmas gift! |
Late December was extremely warm (in the 70's) that year. So, On Christmas Day, Glenn and I (in shirt sleeves) took Matthew (bundled well in a snowsuit and hat) for his first walk around the farm.
Matthew and I were inseparable for now. I knew our bond would not last forever.
Matthew is now a grown man - independent, intelligent, creative...
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December 10, 2010 - Matthew and his Dad |
Matthew has changed, but my love for him has not!
Have a fabulous birthday, Matthew!