I had a really hard time falling asleep last night. My mind was full because I was thinking about going into labor 23 years ago tonight. I don’t think I ever really realized how emergent that whole situation was and it’s only now that it’s over and done with that I can finally think about it being kind of a big deal!!!
I was talking about it with my Mom and she remembers that day we went to the emergency room and I was admitted into the hospital. It was about 1 o’clock in the morning on November 1. I could not sleep that night because something was not right and I knew that probably at about 6 o’clock in the evening.
I remember calling St. Mary’s (that’s the hospital where I was supposed to have Sean; it was all set up) The woman I spoke to told me that I need to go downtown to Henry Ford because they have an NICU in case that is necessary because I was only 32 weeks.
I remember my Mom driving me downtown and taking me into the building at the emergency room entrance next to where the night security guard is. She left to park the car and I sat there in a wheelchair, super pregnant, and in pain.
After 23 years, I finally am thinking about that old security guard who looked at me and had the audacity to tell me, “You look too young to be having a baby!”
I didn’t say anything because I was in labor, back labor, but I did not know that until November 2. My Mom came in and grabbed the wheelchair and I told her about it as we got into the elevator. She told me that I should have told him, “I am 25 and my husband is deployed as if that is any of your business!” That would have been a good thing to say, but I didn’t feel well at all at the time.
