C-Section: A Short Story
On February 23, 2000 at 10:05 a.m., you came into this world. I can not even express the pure joy that I felt when I heard you crying for the first time. The past 8 months had been a very long, hard journey.
I had a lot of complications when I was pregnant with you. Your dad and I lost a baby a few months before I got pregnant with you, and I had several health complications also. I prayed to God every single day for you to just be born. And you were, a month early, but you were perfect! I had to have an emergency C-section because in less than a week, you had flipped feet first. Your doctor gave me three choices: stop my labor after nine hours of it and turn you, have you feet first, or have a C-section. That was a no brainer! That’s how I …show more content…
also found out I was allergic to morphine. But you made all of it worth it!
Papa Farrow drove from Louisville that day by himself, even though by that point he was so very sick.
Out of all his grandkids, you were the one he was most proud of. He bragged about you to everyone. And I don’t even have words to tell you how proud he would be of you today!
You had Colic as a baby, so you would cry nonstop. There were many times I would sit down on the floor holding you and cry because it seemed nothing could calm you. Then, I discovered the vacuum cleaner would make you stop. It wasn’t uncommon for someone to come into the house and you be in your swing with the vacuum right beside you!
That first year flew by. Your dad and I separated after your first birthday. We just couldn’t live together and it was a mutual decision. Those first couple of years were tough. I worked two jobs and went back to school. We lived with Nina, and she let you do anything you wanted. For some reason, you used to sneak food and hide it either behind the couch or the bed. One night, Nina got tired of it and put a “Sing and Snore Ernie” doll in the fridge. It was motion sensored, and anytime it detected movement, it started to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. You were terrified of that thing. When you opened the fridge, it started singing and you screamed. It worked though, you never snuck food again after
that.
Everyone who knew you always spoiled you. I think it was because you were so tiny. Even your sitter did it. You got to do whatever you wanted at her house.
When you were four, we got our cat and you just wouldn’t leave the poor thing alone. One night, I told you at least five times to leave her alone. Tim and I were sitting on the couch and saw this big lump under a blanket, crawling across the floor. You would stop for a minute, and then go again. This was like a cycle until you finally reached the chair the cat was sitting in. About five minutes later, here you came again, but this time you had the cat under the blanket with you. It was so hard to keep a straight face when I pulled the blanket off of you. I had to laugh about you thinking you were being so smart and sneaky, never once thinking that we would question a blanket mysteriously scooting across the floor by itself. There was also a time that Nina couldn’t help but laugh. You two were in my room on the bed, and you had gotten in trouble for doing something you weren’t supposed to. Nina started to get on to you, so you stood up on the bed, went into a fighting stance, and said “you wanna piece of me?” and Nina just lost it after that. You were such a goofy kid, and even though you were meaner than a junkyard snake, she thought you were an angel, and still does.
I had a lot of complications when I was pregnant with you. Your dad and I lost a baby a few months before I got pregnant with you, and I had several health complications also. I prayed to God every single day for you to just be born. And you were, a month early, but you were perfect! I had to have an emergency C-section because in less than a week, you had flipped feet first. Your doctor gave me three choices: stop my labor after nine hours of it and turn you, have you feet first, or have a C-section. That was a no brainer! That’s how I …show more content…
also found out I was allergic to morphine. But you made all of it worth it!
Papa Farrow drove from Louisville that day by himself, even though by that point he was so very sick.
Out of all his grandkids, you were the one he was most proud of. He bragged about you to everyone. And I don’t even have words to tell you how proud he would be of you today!
You had Colic as a baby, so you would cry nonstop. There were many times I would sit down on the floor holding you and cry because it seemed nothing could calm you. Then, I discovered the vacuum cleaner would make you stop. It wasn’t uncommon for someone to come into the house and you be in your swing with the vacuum right beside you!
That first year flew by. Your dad and I separated after your first birthday. We just couldn’t live together and it was a mutual decision. Those first couple of years were tough. I worked two jobs and went back to school. We lived with Nina, and she let you do anything you wanted. For some reason, you used to sneak food and hide it either behind the couch or the bed. One night, Nina got tired of it and put a “Sing and Snore Ernie” doll in the fridge. It was motion sensored, and anytime it detected movement, it started to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. You were terrified of that thing. When you opened the fridge, it started singing and you screamed. It worked though, you never snuck food again after
that.
Everyone who knew you always spoiled you. I think it was because you were so tiny. Even your sitter did it. You got to do whatever you wanted at her house.
When you were four, we got our cat and you just wouldn’t leave the poor thing alone. One night, I told you at least five times to leave her alone. Tim and I were sitting on the couch and saw this big lump under a blanket, crawling across the floor. You would stop for a minute, and then go again. This was like a cycle until you finally reached the chair the cat was sitting in. About five minutes later, here you came again, but this time you had the cat under the blanket with you. It was so hard to keep a straight face when I pulled the blanket off of you. I had to laugh about you thinking you were being so smart and sneaky, never once thinking that we would question a blanket mysteriously scooting across the floor by itself. There was also a time that Nina couldn’t help but laugh. You two were in my room on the bed, and you had gotten in trouble for doing something you weren’t supposed to. Nina started to get on to you, so you stood up on the bed, went into a fighting stance, and said “you wanna piece of me?” and Nina just lost it after that. You were such a goofy kid, and even though you were meaner than a junkyard snake, she thought you were an angel, and still does.