I was 25 years old in 1959 when our first baby was born. I was working in the Accounts Receivable Department in Bedford, Ohio at the time. We had been married for 1 l/2 years. I got pregnant in April of 1958. I announced at work I was pregnant and my supervisor told me I had to quit work at 4 months when I started showing. That was the rule then! My friends gave me a baby shower in the Bedford Metro Park. I received a baby stroller.
My Mom and Dad knew I had to quit work so they ask me to go with them on a trip out west and help them with the driving. I had a good friend, Ann, who had come to the U.S earlier the previous year from Scotland and I ask her to come with us. I was showing, having been about 5 months along then. I felt the baby move when we were sitting down for breakfast in ___________. I wrote postcards almost every day back to my husband and told him that day I felt the baby move. (I still have those postcards!).
On January 30, 1959 was just like every other day, except sometime early afternoon I felt some little twitches and I knew it was getting close to my delivery date. I called the doctor, Dr. Glove, and he told me to time the labor and come to the hospital after 5 minutes between the labor pains. I made hamburgers and we had dinner about 5:30 p.m. Then the labor started again and I timed them. We probably left for the hospital around 7:00 p.m. going to St. Luke’s Hospital in Cleveland, Ohio. When I arrived at the hospital, I was taken to a room. I undressed and lay in a bed in a room with a couple more women, who were also soon to deliver. My husband was able to visit with me in this room before I was taken to the delivery room. I remember throwing my dinner up, he said part of it went on him. He was told to wait in the waiting room and they would call him! When I was dilated enough, I was taken to the delivery room and given an epidural or spinal anesthesia or saddle block to block the pain. I remember not being able to feel anything below my waist. The baby had to be delivered with forceps. His head was somewhat misshapen. He was a beautiful baby with lots of red hair. I was taken to a private room and Dr. Glove called for my husband to see the baby before he was taken to the nursery. They later brought the baby to me and I tried to nurse him but I couldn’t. He was put on a bottle with powdered Similac. I was in the hospital for 6 days. The baby was brought to me probably every 3-4 hours so I could feed him. I didn’t even have him overnight! The nurses put little beaded bracelets on his arm for identification. I kept that bracelet for 40 years and recently gave it to our son. I had a footprint on a document, which is still done today I believe.
We brought our baby home to our little one bedroom apartment where I lovingly took care of him, giving him a bath on a little table we had set up in the front room covered by blankets, we took him on outings to see the grand-parents where he met great-grandparents, aunts and uncles and one cousin. We went to the park. I so enjoyed being a mother. Two years later we were blessed with our second son, then our daughter and then another son. Motherhood is a gift of God.