Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Forty years ago tonight
My water broke that night when I was getting ready for bed, so Cliff and my mom and me (and my baby, whoever he would turn out to be) headed for the Conley Maternity Clinic in Kansas City.
Several women decided to have babies on the same night, and I was alone for the most part in whatever room they put women in labor back then, not having a clue what was going on. I was scared to death. I was bleeding, and nobody was there to tell me I'd be OK. Cliff and my mom were in a waiting room downstairs, knowing even less than I did about what was happening. They finally wheeled me to a delivery room, and in the wee hours of May 10, my little boy was born.
In spite of the fact that he had the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck three times and my doctor didn't show up until after he was born, he has done pretty darned well.
And anyone who was there would tell you that he was the prettiest baby in the nursery.
He was the best Mother's Day present I've ever had.
Happy birthday, Jimmy.