Thursday, April 05, 2012

My First Grandchild…

This week's Spin Cycle is about birth... and this is my spin.

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My daughter, EudoraMae, was 16 years old when she told me that she was pregnant. I was so disappointed. I had raised my girls to independent and strong. To be able to stand on their own without the aide of a man, like me… which meant from the time they could talk I was teachin’ and preachin’ to them about college and being doctors and lawyers.
I cried all the way home. I had to drive 250 miles… heartbroken.
Let me backup. My exhub, EarlLee, had custody of her when she became pregnant. He said, “well, they’re gonna do it anyway, why try to stop it.”
Asshole.
Fuckhead.
I wanted better for my girls than I had. I didn’t want EudoraMae to go down the same path that her mother had… that my mother had… I wanted more for her.
And now she was pregnant. I insisted that she not marry the deadbeat that got her pregnant. And she didn’t.
I wanted her to have an abortion. I knew what kinda life she would have. I had lived it.
She opted not to have one. And I respected her decision.
I told her when the time comes to give me a call and I would be there as quick as I could, to be with her during labor and delivery.
Hell’s Bells!! I had no idea what I was actually signin’ up for!!
I was at work when I got the call from her stepmonster, “the baby’s a comin’!”
Me being the control freak momma that I am, I hopped on my fastest horse and went just as quick as I could to Southern Oklahoma!
I got there just after they had given her an epidural and she was feelin’ no pain. She was with her StepMonster. I sort like her. She’s been really good to my girls. She takes a lot of flack from them… Almost as much as me.
EdoraMae was at the IndianHospital so there wasn’t a doctor which really sorta freaked me out. Just a midwife. So I asked, “is there a doctor available?” Oh yes if we have problems one is on call. The StepMonster and I looked at each other like, “great!”
Things started to happen and we all took our positions, The Midwife down THERE to catch the baby, the Stepmonster was in charge of ice chips and the top end, and that left me with the business end. I saw more of my daughter than I had ever seen since changin’ her diapers!
So when EdoraMae started to have harder contractions, the midwife told her push a certain why and she wasn’t listenin’! She was makin’ harder than it needed to be! EudoraMae wasn’t listenin’ to the Stepmonster! So me being the Momma that I am, I said, “EdoraMae! Listen to me! Push Forward!” She instantly keyed in on my voice and did what I said. And pushed that baby down!
The Midwife said “There’s the head! It’s crownin’! Grandma! You want to be the first to touch your grandbaby?!”
Think about that.
Have you got that visualized in your brain?
Touch the baby’s head. You realize where that is? So what did I do??
I touched the top of that baby’s head!! I was the first to touch that baby!!
Well about 4:40 the midwife, decided that things weren’t movin’ fast enough and she suggested she get that thing they attach to the head of the baby and pull it out.
What the Hell!!??
Let me stop right there to tell you a tidbit of news I had read just a week earlier about a midwife in THAT SAME HOSPITAL that was being taken to court to for doing that SAME PROCEDURE on another baby that had brain damage!!!! And there she was sittin’ right there at the birthin’ of MY FIRST GRANDBABY!!!
I said, “I think she’s doin’ okay. We don’t need to rush things. The baby’s not in stress. Let’s just let nature take it’s course.”
I had every woman in that room look at me like I had just made them eat horseshit! Seriously. EudoraMae looked at me like “mom, what the hell? get it out!!”
I just held my ground. I personally think that Midwife wanted to be gone by 5PM! Shit on that! I’m not jeopardizin’ my grandbaby’s brain so she can kick her shoes off and pop the top on a Bud!
20 minutes later when that little baby boy popped out, it was worth the wait! And that Midwife said, “Grandma, you want to be the one to cut the cord.”
GROSS! I have already touched his head in an area of my daughter’s body that I don’t ever want to see again… ever! And now this woman that wanted to suck him outta of his comfortable womb wants me to cut his cord from his mother.
Let me just say, the more things that I can do that the Stepmonster didn’t get to do makes all squeamishness fly right out the door!
Yes, I cut that cord!
I love that baby boy!!
day 2
day 1

Driving gram's car
zachaprild






He loves GiGi’s car!
cutie boy-04

7 comments:

becca said...

aw what a beautiful baby

VandyJ said...

He's a cutie.
Being grandma has it's privileges. I know my mom adores my boys and was so happy to be present when I had both of them.

gretchen said...

Love it! I'm dying to be a grandma. However, I'm hoping Jude waits until he's all the way grown! How exciting that must have been to be the first one to touch him!

You are linked!

Patty O. said...

What an adorable little guy! I love your story! My mom was there when I had my first son, too, but it totally and completely freaked her out!

Emmy said...

Glad you were able to make it in time - sounds like it was a very good thing you were there.

CaJoh said...

My wife missed her first grandchild since her daughter didn't want anybody to know. I think her second we were around but did not witness the birth.

SuziCate said...

I LOVE this story! Your grandson is adorable. Yay you for getting one, no two< up on the stepmonster!