{"id":1724,"date":"2009-05-04T18:01:57","date_gmt":"2009-05-04T23:01:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.momstoolbox.com\/blog\/?p=1724"},"modified":"2009-05-04T19:59:11","modified_gmt":"2009-05-05T00:59:11","slug":"my-moms-first-time-mom-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.momstoolbox.com\/blog\/my-moms-first-time-mom-story\/","title":{"rendered":"My mom’s first time mom story…"},"content":{"rendered":"

I asked my mom to write about her experience as a first time mom for my first-time mom story round up and giveaway<\/a>.\u00a0 (If you haven’t linked up, please do.)<\/em><\/p>\n

Here’s what she had to say…<\/em><\/p>\n

Some things are expected and some catch you by surprise<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Some things are expected and some catch you by surprise.\u00a0 Some things come more quickly than others.\u00a0 Both of those statements could be used to describe my first pregnancy and the birth of our first child.<\/p>\n

I met David in Nov 1967.\u00a0\u00a0 It was what we thought was love at first sight.\u00a0 We later discovered it was actually lust at first sight… silly us.\u00a0 With that attraction came a surprise pregnancy and a wedding planned in little over a week which took place on March 16, 1968.\u00a0 We were in “love” and enjoying moving in to our new 1 bedroom apartment, buying furniture and getting our little nest ready for us and our baby that was due the beginning of November.\u00a0 (In 1968 due dates were not as precise as they are today.)<\/p>\n

I was a perfectly healthy 19 year old and for the most part was enjoying being pregnant.\u00a0 A couple times I did pass out but everything was fine… it was probably the Florida heat.<\/p>\n

I was certainly enjoying eating and on the evening of July 28th<\/sup> we went to an Italian restaurant.\u00a0 I was not particularly fond of Italian food, but David insisted that I try it.<\/p>\n

The next morning (around 2 AM) I woke up with what I thought was a stomach ache from the Italian food I had eaten.\u00a0 Well, around 4:30 AM I was in our little bathroom trying sooo hard to go to the bathroom, but I couldn’t.\u00a0 As I sat there straining I looked down into the toilet and saw blood!<\/p>\n

David came in and carried me out to the car.\u00a0 The hospital was about 30 minutes away.\u00a0 As he was racing down Edgewater Drive a large white bird almost hit our windshield (David swears it was the stork).<\/p>\n

We made it to the hospital; David ran into the ER and yelled, “My wife is having a premature baby in the parking lot.”<\/p>\n

Well, they all came running out and almost dropped me as they put me on a stretcher.\u00a0 They rushed me inside, no time for much prepping, and our son David Christopher was born at 5:33 AM… 3 months premature!<\/p>\n

They immediately put him in an incubator and whisked him to the nursery.\u00a0 David said as David C. went by he looked up at him (let’s not burst his bubble).\u00a0 Our new son was so small; he went down to 2 lbs 14 oz! We just knew he was always going to be a little guy so we decided to call him “Big C”, to make him feel big and powerful.<\/p>\n

They assigned me a pediatrician since I didn’t have one picked out.\u00a0 The Doctor came in and told me our baby boy probably would not make it.\u00a0 His lungs weren’t developed and he was just so small with not fat on his bones.<\/p>\n

I asked for another Doctor to take care of “Big C” because I knew our son was going to live… I had God on our side.<\/p>\n

We prayed and asked everyone we knew to pray for our little guy.\u00a0 Our prayers were answered as he grew stronger and stronger every day.\u00a0 We went to the hospital everyday and stood outside the nursery window and watched our son gasp for air with his chest and back practically touching as he struggled to take a breath.<\/p>\n

Finally on Aug. 28, they asked if I would like to hold him and give him a bottle!\u00a0 I can’t express to you how emotional I was!\u00a0 I finally got to touch him.\u00a0 And feed him!<\/p>\n

The next morning the nurse called me and said he weighed 5 lbs and we could bring him home!\u00a0 This was just too much.<\/p>\n

I knew I was ready and I knew I would have lots of help taking care of our new child after all both sets of grandparents as well as Uncles and Aunts lived near by.<\/p>\n

I soon learned we, David, Big C and I, were in this alone.\u00a0 Everyone in our family was afraid to touch Big C because he was so tiny!\u00a0 They all were use to large 8 lb babies.\u00a0\u00a0 No body even wanted to baby sit!<\/p>\n

So, we could this… We held him like a football with his little head in the palm of our hand. We fed him every 3 hours.\u00a0 We didn’t have a rocking chair so when I fed him I would rock my body back and forth (sometimes I still do this to help me go to sleep).\u00a0 We changed his diapers which was quite a feat with only 1 size of cloth diapers available. He went with us everywhere… which was mostly out to dinner.\u00a0 He was a part of our lives forever… he was our Big C.<\/p>\n

Being a Mother was very easy for me.\u00a0 I read no books, did no research, asked no questions, I totally trusted my instincts.\u00a0 I guess I figured I turned out okay so I followed what I had seen my Mom and Mamu do… I reached back into my life for the wisdom.\u00a0 Motherhood was an easy transition for me.\u00a0 I loved it.\u00a0 I’m not saying it was always easy and that I didn’t get tired, because I’m sure I had bad and sad days… I just don’t remember them… Our lives were forever better because of the birth of our first child, David Christopher, Big C…<\/p>\n

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