We had our first tiny human to care for and in that one moment of his birth every single thing had changed in our world.
Keith was apparently impatient to make his debut on earth because he came 3 1/2 weeks early with no prior warning. I had just been given my baby shower and not even put the gifts away!
Michael left for UPS preload as he did at 2:30 am 5 days a week. I was still in "perfect wife" mode and got up to help get his breakfast....don't judge, it was the early 1980's and still politically correct to "look after" a husband...at least down here in the south:) Anyway, I went back to bed, settled in, felt the baby kick and POP!... my water broke. Panic ensued so I called my mom:) She came right over, we called Dr. Hilton who calmly told me to come to the hospital around 7am. Seriously...didn't he know this was an emergency?! I remembered racing around the house picking up and moving random things, trying to pack, panicking....repeat:)
Dad and Mom got my younger siblings lined out for school and off we went.
First stop...UPS to pick up Michael.
Second stop Mid Jefferson hospital where we would become parents!
This was our only baby that a company insurance would pay for...thank you UPS!
Michael was 24 and a UPS preloader for 5 hours each morning and was carrying a full slate of pre-med classes at Lamar University.
I was 20 and teaching piano, tutoring, and baby sitting...anything to earn money! We lived in a mobile home belonging to, AND next door to my dad's boss for $200 a month...yikes!
To say I was unprepared for birth is an understatement. No books read, no Lamaze classes...no clue. I only knew I was in good hands with Dr. Hilton, who had delivered me!
Well, I must have been more panicked than I remember because I woke up to the realization that Dr. Hilton "put me out" and delivered Keith by forceps. These days "mommys to be" have written birth plans and practically tell the Dr. what THEY want to do...not so in my day.
|Michael heading into the delivery room. This looks like a hazmat suit to me.....hahaha|
|Keith was the second generation in our family to sleep in the bassinet my grandparents bought me:)|