Easter Baby 27 Years Later!
A few days before Easter my nephew celebrated his 27th birthday. It wasn't a big celebration because he doesn't like cake, he doesn't like this and that so this year he didn't have any of this or that. And that was fine with him. I remember the day he was born. It was close to Easter if not Easter that year. But, my sister and I were walking from the corner store in the neighborhood that we used to live in then. Back then the corner store was really around the corner from our house. There was a long block which we lived on and then you turned the corner and walked almost to the middle of the next block before you hit the corner store. I was glad when the mini-market opened up a few years later because it was closer. So, that day was a very warm spring day and I was teasing my sister about wearing all black. She usually wore this long black tee shirt and these black maternity jeans because she said that at 9 months pregnant that is all she could fit in.
Since it was warm my sister wanted something cold to drink and some chips. So, we ventured off to the corner store, around the corner and she got some juice and no chips because they didn't have the kind she wanted. We were walking slow chatting away about the neighbors and the man who ran the corner store, which was always getting robbed it seemed, so we got back to the house and were standing outside just enjoying the sunshine and she grabbed her very pregnant belly and said that she was having contractions but they weren't bad yet. I looked at her in horror and thinking I don't know how to birth a baby so what does she mean "yet". OK, she had had one baby a couple of years or so before this one so she knew what it was all about. But, being the childless older sister that I was I didn't and was in a panic almost. She told me to relax and I told her that was impossible. How could I relax when she was in labor and ready to give birth at any minute. She laughed and told me that it wasn't going to be any minute it would be a while but she did need to go to the hospital and told me to make sure her hair was looking good. I laughed and asked her how could she think about her hair at a time like this and told her to stay there and I would get our mom and the car.
We all got to the hospital about 15 minutes later and I think I was the most nervous one. My sister said you would think I was having the baby from the way I was acting. Actually, it almost felt like I was.
My older nephew was dropped off at my aunts house a few blocks away and by the time my sister had the baby he was happily at his great grandmother's house a few miles away. Apparently, he didn't want to stay with my aunt and told her to take him to his great grandmother's house for the duration.
Well, at the hospital they said it would be a while until she had the baby. My sister convinced us to go and get something to eat and come back she would be fine. I didn't want to leave her but she said that the contractions were "mild" and that the doctor was right it would be a while and she was going to be okay. So, we went to the nearest burger joint and got some food and the nurse called and said oh that my sister can go home that the contractions weren't that close together, or something like that, so we go back to pick her up and the same nurse says oh, she can't go her water just broke. Well, so much for the contractions not being close enough or whatever she said.
In the end my sister had to have a c-section, her first and last c-section and they told us that one person could go with her. Since my mom had already witnessed the birth of my oldest nephew she told me to go. I went and a little while later there he was. As soon as they took him out he was screaming his head off, like put me back in. They said that he was a boy, my sister didn't want to know until he was born what the sex was and they took him and cleaned him up and I left while they sewed my sister back together again.
I came back into the room and told my mom that she now had a second grandson. She was thrilled and called the rest of the family. Even my oldest nephew, who was almost 3 yrs old sounded happy until he realized he might have to share his toys.
So, twenty seven years later, he is now a hard working young man with a bright future ahead of him. I hope he realizes that.
Since it was warm my sister wanted something cold to drink and some chips. So, we ventured off to the corner store, around the corner and she got some juice and no chips because they didn't have the kind she wanted. We were walking slow chatting away about the neighbors and the man who ran the corner store, which was always getting robbed it seemed, so we got back to the house and were standing outside just enjoying the sunshine and she grabbed her very pregnant belly and said that she was having contractions but they weren't bad yet. I looked at her in horror and thinking I don't know how to birth a baby so what does she mean "yet". OK, she had had one baby a couple of years or so before this one so she knew what it was all about. But, being the childless older sister that I was I didn't and was in a panic almost. She told me to relax and I told her that was impossible. How could I relax when she was in labor and ready to give birth at any minute. She laughed and told me that it wasn't going to be any minute it would be a while but she did need to go to the hospital and told me to make sure her hair was looking good. I laughed and asked her how could she think about her hair at a time like this and told her to stay there and I would get our mom and the car.
We all got to the hospital about 15 minutes later and I think I was the most nervous one. My sister said you would think I was having the baby from the way I was acting. Actually, it almost felt like I was.
My older nephew was dropped off at my aunts house a few blocks away and by the time my sister had the baby he was happily at his great grandmother's house a few miles away. Apparently, he didn't want to stay with my aunt and told her to take him to his great grandmother's house for the duration.
Well, at the hospital they said it would be a while until she had the baby. My sister convinced us to go and get something to eat and come back she would be fine. I didn't want to leave her but she said that the contractions were "mild" and that the doctor was right it would be a while and she was going to be okay. So, we went to the nearest burger joint and got some food and the nurse called and said oh that my sister can go home that the contractions weren't that close together, or something like that, so we go back to pick her up and the same nurse says oh, she can't go her water just broke. Well, so much for the contractions not being close enough or whatever she said.
In the end my sister had to have a c-section, her first and last c-section and they told us that one person could go with her. Since my mom had already witnessed the birth of my oldest nephew she told me to go. I went and a little while later there he was. As soon as they took him out he was screaming his head off, like put me back in. They said that he was a boy, my sister didn't want to know until he was born what the sex was and they took him and cleaned him up and I left while they sewed my sister back together again.
I came back into the room and told my mom that she now had a second grandson. She was thrilled and called the rest of the family. Even my oldest nephew, who was almost 3 yrs old sounded happy until he realized he might have to share his toys.
So, twenty seven years later, he is now a hard working young man with a bright future ahead of him. I hope he realizes that.
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