It  was a day, that changed a few things in my life. Mainly, I was older  and didn't think about having anymore children, but then I had just  married another man and he was all up in the subject.
I  guess at his age, he just wanted to know he "still could". Well, I had  to really talk to myself about this one and ask myself if I wanted to go  back into the mess of having and taking care of a "baby"!
Heck  no, I thought to myself...........there's the getting up every few  hours the first month or so, "Diapers", bottles or breast feeding,  getting thrown up on, the crying.........oh heck no! I knew that was  just half of it and I wasn't ready to do it all over again, since there  had already been four times I had done this thing and finally I was out  of it.........and free ! At 33 years old, it's time to let it go and  enjoy the rest of your life, or so I thought.
That's  not what happened............he finally talked me into it and against  my better judgment, I agreed and stopped taking birth control pills.  Hoping against hope that it wouldn't happen.........but knowing that I  was too fertile and I was just batting a 1000 on hopes.
Sure  enough 2 years into the marriage, it happened and I was telling  myself...........self, it's too late, now.......you can't turn  back.......so, get ready, because the time has arrived.
I  went through all the necessary steps, and trips to the clinic, and was  doing well. About eight months later, little pin like pains, started  being an aggravation almost everyday, for about a week. So, I got tired  of them and took some laxative.............well, she arrived about  4:49pm on a cold rain mixed with sleet, day in February.........all  5lbs. & 4ozs. of her. Of course this made her a "premie", and they  put her in the neo-natal unit, to watch...just in case...........
Since  I was having my tubes tied the next day, I only got to see her when she  was born........and it was the third day, before she knew she had a  mom. The nurses joked that they knew she had a "dad", but was beginning  to wonder where the Mom was.
We  brought her home on the 4th day of her life, and you could have carried  her in your hands, she seemed so little. Almost the size of a good  baking hen.
Some how,  some way..........we made it.........and she's all grown up now....the  picture above is her with her spouse....She'll be 32 years old in  February..........so you know how old that makes me.........!
 


 
