Wednesday, July 2, 2008

A New Baby Boy

We started planning for our new addition. we moved Susan out the crib, poor baby, and got her a new bed. She adjusted well although she was still not two.

I had RH negative blood and Mo was positive so I had to have blood drawn every month to see if antibodies were building up. If the baby inherited the positive blood, then there could be a problem, especially with the second and third child. Since they didn't detect any antibodies I always assumed the babies would all have negative blood. It turned out that none of them had my blood. It was truly a miracle that everything went okay. But it wasn't fun to have blood drawn every month.
My brother was stationed close by and he would visit occasionally. Jeff was supposed to be born on Dec 3, so the time was drawing near. Junior told us to go to the movie and he would baby sit Susan. We went to see "Pal Joey" During the middle of the movie I had a little pain. I made the mistake of telling Mo. Remembering his last experience, he drug me out of that theater and took me straight to the hospital. By the time I got there the pains had subsided and I wanted to go home. Mo wouldn't hear of it, he wasn't about to deliver a baby. The doctor kept coming in and asking me how I felt. I said,"I'm feeling fine let me go home." He would look at Mo and say, "She is so brave I know she is having pain." Well Jeff wasn't born until the next morning which was December 1, Grandma Bachler's birthday, she was so tickled.

He was dark with black hair that stuck up all over his head. He had dimples and looked just like his Dad. In those days you stayed in the hospital over a week. Mo would visit me every night. He had taps on his shoes and I could hear him coming down the hall long before he got there. We would stand at the window and watch the baby, from the beginning Jeff was very active. While I was carrying him he kicked all the time. One day I was playing bridge and he kicked the table and shook the glasses. I carried him low and Susan was high. I knew it was going to be a boy.

I was rooming with a Jewish girl. When they had their baby circumcised it was a big party. It was fun, they know how to have a party. We had our baby circumcised the next day, but alas no party, just a crying baby.



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