Dec. 21, 1970 -- it was my 24th birthday. Bob and I were busy planning for the birth of our first baby in February. However, nature had other plans for us. I can remember it all very clearly.
I woke up around 3:00 am, not feeling quite right. Bob had to go into work that morning, so I went out on the couch so I wouldn't wake him. I sat there for the next 3 hours, listening to the wind blowing outside, and wondering why I was having contractions.
I heard Bob's alarm go off at 5:45 and when he didn't see that I was in bed, he came looking for me. I told him what was going on, then I went to the kitchen to make his coffee and wondering if I should start his breakfast. When I doubled up in pain, he thought maybe he shouldn't leave me. Good decision.
For the next couple hours, he sat with me, holding my hand. When I got scared, thinking this can't be right, the baby isn't due for another 6 weeks, Bob said he was going to call the doctor. He picked up the phone and it was dead... total silence. That's when we looked outside and saw the blizzard!! Snow was blowing so hard we couldn't see the house across the street. Now my Husband got scared. I hurried to get dressed so we could drive the few blocks to my mother's so we could use her phone, hopefully.
We made it and her phone was ok. Bob got ahold of the doctor and he told him to get me to the hospital asap. We headed out. The hospital was out on the edge of town, but to get there we had to take Washington Street which had a sharp curve in it. When we got to the curve, there was a bad accident and we couldn't get through. Bob turned around and we took an alternate route. The streets were so slick, it was very slow moving.
We finally made it to the hospital, they checked me out and I was admitted right away. They said the doctor would be there shortly. Right. I didn't see him until 2 hours later. He kept reassuring me that even though it was early, he was going to take good care of both of us... me and my baby boy. Back in 1970, all the doctors had to work with was measurements. He kept telling me, by the size and all, he was sure I was carrying a boy.
Around 5:00 that afternoon, everything went into slow motion. I was so tired, the contractions were getting so fierce, coming closer together, I kept falling asleep. Around 6:40 pm they wheeled me into the delivery room. At 6:46 my baby girl was born and the nurse took her across the room. I was so out of it, I tried to sit up so I could see her. That's when the doctor yelled, "get her down.... there's one more"!!! One more??? I was feeling no pain and wanted to laugh. I thought my doctor was joking with me.
There was a second baby, but she was coming feet first. She kept him busy for awhile, then I heard her cry. Or was it baby #1 over in the incubator? No, baby #2 was born at 6:49 pm. When they showed me I had 2 babies, my first thought was..... where am I going to get another crib?
My baby girls weighed 3 lbs. 3 oz. and 4 lbs. 1 oz. They had to stay in the hospital until their weight was up to 5 lbs. before they could go home. That was the hardest time in my life. They dismissed me after one week, so I drove out to the hospital 3 times a day to hold them and feed them a bottle. Baby #2 gained faster than her sister. She was 4 weeks old when we got to bring her home. Baby #1 didn't gain as fast so she was 6 weeks old when she was released. Even though it was hard, knowing I still had a tiny little infant laying out in the hospital, when I think back now, it was a blessing to have her sister home first. It gave me time to concentrate on her and get used to being a new mother before the second one came home.
So.... as they say... the rest is history. Meet my baby girls, Lisa Marie (baby #1 on the left) and Lori Ann (baby #2 on the right). Of course that's Daddy holding them. Yes, we were doubly blessed. They are our miracles. Thank God He made them strong and healthy.
Forty-two years later, Dec. 21, 2012, they are still strong, healthy, beautiful young women.
Baby #1 is on the left and Baby #2 is on the right. These are my miracles and I couldn't be more blessed.