It was worth it

Married life was great! well, except in the morning, when I threw up for half an hour at a time.
Note to you men out there.......When your pregnant wife is in the bathroom, gagging and wretching and making otherwise terrifying and disgusting noises, it is NOT appropriate to tap on the door and say "are ya ok in there honey?" If your wife is the nice type, she will roll her eyes and say yes, but any other wife could possibly fling something at you, while screaming horrid things. For your own safety, go get her a nice cold drink and a cold wash cloth, then stand and look guilty and apologetic until you are rudely and abruptly dismissed.

Other than the morning sickness, the noon sickness, afternoon sickness, and the middle of the night sickness, pregnancy was pretty cool. I could feel the baby rolling around in there, kicking squirming and bouncing when he had the hiccups.

When I was about 6 months pregnant, my legs and arms began to swell pretty bad, so I had to quit work and rest more. However, my blood pressure began to rise and I was put on bedrest. At one point, the dr was concerned for the baby, so I was sent in for a stress test.

I was hooked up to monitors that would register both the baby's heart beat and how often he moved. We found a heart beat, but the baby wasn't moving. at all. We waited for 45 minutes, no movement. I walked a little, jumped a few times, still nothing. The nurses tried to "stimulate" the baby, by practicaly punching me in the belly and nothing. He wouldn't move. So, of course, I got scared and panicked, calling my hubby at work. I asked him to come and he said ok, but he had to run home first. Can you imagine how irritated I was? Had to run home! and here I lay, strapped up to monitors, wondering if my baby was dying inside of me! THE NERVE.

B showed up soon enough, with his guitar case in hand. He quietly sat down next to the bed and strummed his guitar. The monitors registered as the baby IMMEDIATELY began to move. Do you see a trend here? DO you see how often I make a fool of myself? lol Needless to say, the baby was fine. (Baby is STILL a sound sleeper by the way)

Eventually, my blood pressure got very high and I was hospitalized at 7 and a half months. The plan was to stay there until the baby was born, but the medication they gave me did not work and so, baby "M" was born by C-section! He was/is beautiful and perfectly formed. I fell absolutely and instantly in love.

When M was about a year old, My mother called and said that my grandfather had died. The father of my biological father. I made some calls, and within a week, I was sitting, for the first time, in front of my biological father. We had a nice chat, and then mutually decided not to further our relationship. It seems that he was concerned that his three "other" children would find out about me, and I was unwilling to lie about who I was. But, I did get to look him in the eye for once in my life.

Get this, he lives not two miles from where I live. I had been riding past his house for over two years without realizing it. I had seen him in the gas station down the road without realizing who he was. Creepy! (the origanal house I spoke of in my first post, is less than 10 miles from me now, so I really have come full circle)

Two years later, married life is still good and mother hood is good, so we decided we wanted to try again, despite the Dr saying it couldn't be. I prayed, asking for God's blessing, and within a month, we were pregnant. This pregnancy lasted about 5 weeks, when I started bleeding and ultimately lost the baby. I was heartbroken and devasted, but each time I looked at my little M, I felt better.

B and I had taken a side job of installing some flooring about three weeks after the miscarriage. I had to leave for a follow up Dr appointment to make sure I was "cleaned out". I did have some concerns, because I was throwing up and sore. Well, SURPRISE! I was already pregnant! OOOOOHHHHH, was I going to get to shock some people silly!

I went back to the job site, giddy and giggling, anticipating telling B about our new baby. Yet, when I walked back into the room, he didn't look up.......he just said "Did the Dr tell you that your pregnant again?" He already knew, he knew before I even went to the Dr! The nerd.
SOOOO, I can shock my mother!!!!!! We went straight to her house after finishing the job, again with me giggling and giddy. I walked in the door and said "hi ,mom" and mom said "your pregnant". GRRRRRRRRRRR

Baby A was born 8 months later, an easy pregancy, still threw up the whole time, but didn't swell up like a beached whale. His delivery was a hard one, 24 hours of labor, and pushed for over 4 hours. Sure I had an epidural, but it didnt work, AT ALL. It was worth it.

After I pushed forever, it was decided that I was going to have to have another section, this baby would not come down any further. As I was whisked away to the operating room, I had another contraction, let out a blood curdling scream (Im sure you must have heard it). The baby had budged.

Have you ever read the story where Poohbear gets stuck in the hole at Rabbit's house? Well, Pooh got stuck in this hole, and every pushed and pulled and didn't feed poor Pooh bear until one day.........He budged! Rabbit and every one else got so excited that they ran around screaming "He bidged......Be bodged......I mean He BUDGED!"

This is precisely what the Dr and nursed did. "HE BUDGED HE BUDGED". I am of course, thinking "Great, he budged. NOW GET HIM OUT OF ME!!!!!"

Unfortunately, he had budged a little too far and was now too low for them to do a section without breaking his little neck, yet he was still stuck. He wouldn't go back up, nor could he come further down, and his heartbeat was getting weak. So old doc, grabs a HUGE pair of tongs, and RIPS the child out of me.

Turns out that my pelvis was full of bone spurs that were blocking the babys designated path. His pretty little head broke them off (still no pain meds, by the way) as the Dr yanked him into our little world. Yep, you said it. OUCH. It was worth it.

Baby A was fine after a few minutes. He gave me a scare, he was grey and not breathing well, but he pinked up pretty quick and gave the most beautiful scream, similar to the one I had just given. I had a baby!!!!!

M was thrilled to have a little brother, B was thrilled to have two sons and I was thrilled to have a family that was so wonderful, a marriage that was so wonderful!

I knew that I would not be able to have another baby, as my uterus was now properly ruined. (God broke the mold when he made baby A). But I was ok, though I would have really liked a little girl to add to my family.

Eight years pass, with our family getting absurdly happy in the process. Hubby and I were STILL inseparable, just like when we were dating. The kids are smart and well behaved. I am raising an training dobermans. Hubby has a steady job, though money was still tight. Everything is going great, and then.....

Daddy calls me. The stepfather who did those horrible things. The stepfather who I have not spoken to in years. He calls me up out of the blue...........................