It was leap year and I was nervous all day February 29th. I did not want my child to be born on that day. I mean it would have been cool to be only five years old this year, but then again, no it wouldn't.
Delivery was imminent, I had been experiencing bouts of false labor. A doctor's visit on March 1st, it was a Tuesday, confirmed I was in fact in labor, but the very early stages. After the doctor's visit we went shopping where I had a hissy fit and then melted into inconsolable tears - ah the joys of hormones. I managed a nap that afternoon and then had sporadic cramps, especially in my back for the rest of the evening, well actually for the rest of the time.
That night I could barely sleep and then asked to go to the hospital. UGH! I wasn't ready and they made me walk the halls at midnight. Eventually I was sent home, but I never got much sleep.
March 2nd was the women's final in figure skating (1988 Olympics). Perpetually uncomfortable, I found that a rocking chair was my only relief. I would rock like a madwoman during each contraction. They were getting close to five minutes apart, but the skating wasn't quite finished so I insisted we stayed until the end. (Ironically, I'm writing this as I watch Olympic figure skating - Thursday night)
At a military hospital I didn't have the luxury of a proper birthing room, but I did have a room to myself as I progressed through labor that afternoon. It was a blur as I progressed. By evening I lost all modesty and was seeking comfort. I was hot so I kept tossing the covers off. Since there weren't any other women in labor, I was the focus of the entire staff, including penny bets as to the time, size, weight and sex of the baby.
I was wheeled into a proper delivery room and I really don't remember much. I do recall as I was being cleaned up that the doctor complained that he had just bought his shoes and now they were ruined. oops!
My little Amanda was born just before 10:30pm, all nine pounds, five ounces of her. All of the newborn clothes we were given would only last for few weeks for she would move right into 3 month old clothing before she was a month old.
Baby Amanda was no different from fetus Amanda, just a lot louder. She was active and alert. I remember her first smile and no, it wasn't gas. She was a happy baby and as she grew she was quite capable to keep herself occupied, something that was a blessing when her brother came into the world.
With the exception of her toddler years (she sprouted horns, I swear) she was a fun, silly little girl who enjoyed reading, animals, and dressing up. She was actually a pleasant teen and she's turned into an adult not much different from the baby I knew so many years ago - happy, self content, curious, silly, fun, and loud (surprisingly loud for a shy person).
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