Early Sunday morning our granddaughter was born. Carrie Mikaela Bloom was born on Sunday, October 7th at 12:24 am.
Jessica and Carrie on the day they came home.
A few weeks before Charlie and Jessica had asked me if I wanted to be in the delivery room. I didn’t want to be in the delivery room for the birth of my own children. Did I want to witness this?
When Charlie was born, our first, we were living on my grandparents’ farm south and east of Scott City. There was not a doctor in Oakley except for my dad so I went to a doctor in Scott City. We did everything right: Lamaze classes, pre-registered at the hospital, etc.
We were in town having lunch with my mother and grandmother when my water broke. We went to the hospital and they wouldn’t let me leave.
I wasn’t progressing so when another woman came in in active labor they moved me out of the birthing room. The doctor came in and checked me and gave me a timeline. If I didn’t start labor by this time they would induce me. If I didn’t have him by this time he’d do a c-section. “We’ll scare the baby out,” he said.
Charlie and Carrie shortly after she was born.
After playing musical rooms I finally went into active labor early in the morning of August 30. When the doctor came into the birthing room he asked if the mirror was positioned correctly, so I could see it. Mike responded it was fine he could see but I didn’t want to see it.
I believe we had watched a video of birth in Lamaze class. More importantly, I had come upstairs when I was about 12 and my dad was showing the ground-breaking show that Nova had produced about childbirth. I had come in just in time to see the delivery. That was not something that I wanted to see again.
Mike had also been excited about the c-section video that they had shown in Lamaze class. I told him he’d better pay attention to the film because that was not something he was going to witness live.
So, did I want to be in the delivery room when my first grandbaby was born? I would if they really wanted me there and it wasn’t too crowded.
Holding Carrie for the first time.
When the doctor came in it was too crowded at Jessica’s head and there was a sterile table between the chairs and her that I didn’t want to disturb. So, I paced behind the curtain at the entryway to the room.
Overall, I’m glad I was there. I got to meet the sweet little girl and hold her within hours of her delivery. Childbirth is a beautiful experience.
I hope little Carrie will grow up singing I Love My Life. I know I do.
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