thepoetspen
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birthday Mom started cooking early on Labor Day, September 4, 1950. She put the roast in the oven and carefully sliced the pies she’d made the day before. She checked to see that her 2 year old son hadn’t messed the icing on the cake. She peeled the potatoes and put them in the pot to boil.
Soon friends and family began to arrive bringing their own contributions to the feast and Mom was trying to direct traffic from a chair placed strategically so she could supervise the activity. She wanted it all to be perfect and was really frustrated that she was forced (by loving hands) to stay firmly in that chair. After all, her second child was 2 weeks overdue and nobody wanted her taking chances. This promised to be a fun day.
Finally, it was time to eat. Mom started to the table and realized that no one had brought out the large bowl of mashed potatoes. She went into the kitchen to get it and just as she reached the counter her water broke. She yelled for Dad and everyone came running.
In short order Mom was bundled up and in the car for the trip to Mercy Hospital in Muskegon, MI. When the car got stuck in the mud pit that had been the driveway all the male relatives came out and started pushing on the car while Mom was yelling at them to hurry...she was not having this baby in the back seat of a car! Finally, the car was free and they were on their way.
When they reached the hospital it didn’t take the doctor long to see that something was seriously wrong. The baby was in the breach position actually trying to be born rear (not feet) first. Folded up as it was there was no way it could come down the birth canal. It would have to be turned. The doctor turned the baby and it promptly flipped back. He turned it again and again it flipped back. On the third try, the baby began to flip back and got stuck halfway. Now it’s back was against the birth canal. This baby was not coming out and it was too late for a cesarean section. Mom was dying.
The doctor rushed to the room where Dad waited with several family members, including his mother. He told Dad that he couldn’t save both mother and baby and Dad had to choose which one he wanted. He chose his wife. After all, he had a two year old son at home who needed his mother.
The doctor went back into the delivery room, picked up his scalpel and got ready to cut the baby up to get it out. Suddenly, the door flew open and a small whirlwind entered the room, pushed the doctor out of the way, stood between Moms legs and got a firm grip on the stirrups. Grandma yelled at the doctor, “You’re not cutting my grand baby up. Get someone in here who knows what he’s doing or I’ll deliver this baby myself!”
A retired doctor was visiting a friend in the hospital when a nurse ran up and excitedly told him they had an emergency in the delivery room and he was the only other doctor available. Would he help? It didn’t take him long to convince Grandma that he knew what he was doing and she moved out of the way. She did not, however, leave. Reaching inside Mom the doctor pushed the baby back and up, flipped it over, grabbed it’s butt and pulled it out. There was total silence as the face of the baby was revealed...there was no face! The baby was horribly deformed. Someone cut the umbilical cord, the doctor tossed the mutated form onto the counter behind him and started working to save Mom’s life.
Grandma rushed to the baby. On careful inspection, she saw the baby girls face faintly through a thin veil of skin that covered it. Frantically looking around she found another scalpel and used it to loosen the edge of the flap of skin then she gently peeled it off. A tiny perfectly formed face was revealed which immediately emitted such an outraged cry that everyone in the room jumped. Grandma tied off the umbilical cord and wrapped her squalling granddaughter in a towel and healed her close.
When the doctor had Mom’s condition stabilized and she was taken from the room he turned to examine the screaming infant. He was amazed to find that she was perfectly formed and the veil of skin was examined carefully. In his many years of practice the doctor had never seen anything like it. Although he had heard of it happening, it was extremely rare, as was the butt-first delivery.
The tiny, 4 lb. 15 oz. baby girl, born 56 years ago, was named Constance Marie. You know her better as me, thepoetspen .
Soon friends and family began to arrive bringing their own contributions to the feast and Mom was trying to direct traffic from a chair placed strategically so she could supervise the activity. She wanted it all to be perfect and was really frustrated that she was forced (by loving hands) to stay firmly in that chair. After all, her second child was 2 weeks overdue and nobody wanted her taking chances. This promised to be a fun day.
Finally, it was time to eat. Mom started to the table and realized that no one had brought out the large bowl of mashed potatoes. She went into the kitchen to get it and just as she reached the counter her water broke. She yelled for Dad and everyone came running.
In short order Mom was bundled up and in the car for the trip to Mercy Hospital in Muskegon, MI. When the car got stuck in the mud pit that had been the driveway all the male relatives came out and started pushing on the car while Mom was yelling at them to hurry...she was not having this baby in the back seat of a car! Finally, the car was free and they were on their way.
When they reached the hospital it didn’t take the doctor long to see that something was seriously wrong. The baby was in the breach position actually trying to be born rear (not feet) first. Folded up as it was there was no way it could come down the birth canal. It would have to be turned. The doctor turned the baby and it promptly flipped back. He turned it again and again it flipped back. On the third try, the baby began to flip back and got stuck halfway. Now it’s back was against the birth canal. This baby was not coming out and it was too late for a cesarean section. Mom was dying.
The doctor rushed to the room where Dad waited with several family members, including his mother. He told Dad that he couldn’t save both mother and baby and Dad had to choose which one he wanted. He chose his wife. After all, he had a two year old son at home who needed his mother.
The doctor went back into the delivery room, picked up his scalpel and got ready to cut the baby up to get it out. Suddenly, the door flew open and a small whirlwind entered the room, pushed the doctor out of the way, stood between Moms legs and got a firm grip on the stirrups. Grandma yelled at the doctor, “You’re not cutting my grand baby up. Get someone in here who knows what he’s doing or I’ll deliver this baby myself!”
A retired doctor was visiting a friend in the hospital when a nurse ran up and excitedly told him they had an emergency in the delivery room and he was the only other doctor available. Would he help? It didn’t take him long to convince Grandma that he knew what he was doing and she moved out of the way. She did not, however, leave. Reaching inside Mom the doctor pushed the baby back and up, flipped it over, grabbed it’s butt and pulled it out. There was total silence as the face of the baby was revealed...there was no face! The baby was horribly deformed. Someone cut the umbilical cord, the doctor tossed the mutated form onto the counter behind him and started working to save Mom’s life.
Grandma rushed to the baby. On careful inspection, she saw the baby girls face faintly through a thin veil of skin that covered it. Frantically looking around she found another scalpel and used it to loosen the edge of the flap of skin then she gently peeled it off. A tiny perfectly formed face was revealed which immediately emitted such an outraged cry that everyone in the room jumped. Grandma tied off the umbilical cord and wrapped her squalling granddaughter in a towel and healed her close.
When the doctor had Mom’s condition stabilized and she was taken from the room he turned to examine the screaming infant. He was amazed to find that she was perfectly formed and the veil of skin was examined carefully. In his many years of practice the doctor had never seen anything like it. Although he had heard of it happening, it was extremely rare, as was the butt-first delivery.
The tiny, 4 lb. 15 oz. baby girl, born 56 years ago, was named Constance Marie. You know her better as me, thepoetspen .
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