Life After Birth

LIFE AFTER BIRTH

 

I am trying to relive 59 years ago.....My First Day of Life

I must have been naughty back then already. The doctor grabbed me by my feet and hung me upside down and paddled my bottom. OUCH! Stop that! I was JUST BORN.I have not done anything wrong yet. (Today, I am sure my mother wished he would have knocked some sense in to me....OR ... Perhaps we could say, its the doctors fault. All that blood rushing to my brain resulted in my Hot-Headed-ness ... and...my Cold Feet. Aha.... I just figured that out. I have a bone to pick with that doctor...or maybe not. ) Well, what do kids do after they get a spanking??? Of course, they CRY. So I did....real loud. Then things got worse. The flexible straw that my mother secretly fed me with, was severed!!! Oh No! I liked being fed through that straw. Not only was the doctor abusive to me....my mother was also!!! Once the straw was severed, she told me, "Yer on your own!" How was I going to survive? I wasn't happy being stashed up in a sack for nine months, but this was worse. In the first hour of life, I was hung upside down....paddled on my bum....then my mama told me..."yer on your own". Well...I decided to resign to the fact that this is the Real World. Get tough or die. I had to calm myself--Deep breath in....Deep breath out....Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. (And I have "repeated" that until this day. ) It wasn't long and my WHITE body was BLUE and my BLUE skin started to turn PINK.... I was hoping it wasn't going to turn into too many colors and the end result was the RIGHT COLOR. Not long that mean doctor showed his "soft side" and laid me down. And my mama showed her "soft-side" too...She held me close.... AND WE EVEN MATCHED....same color. That made things so much better. Even though, I was "on my own", she was by my side at all times. So I learned on the first hour of life....It may seem like life is unfair or you may question things that are taking place , but it may be for our own good

 

On This Date In History

 

 

ON THIS DATE IN HISTORY

 

 

November 16, 1957, the day the BATTLE BEGAN.
Yes, the battle, but in reality, this is a story of love

My mom and dad, secretly, conspiring together, stuck me in a sack for 9 months. it was dark and It was cramped, but , at least it was warm. My mom secretly fed me through a flexible straw attached to my body. Dad had nothing to do with feeding me....only mom did. She fed me so well, that things got really tight. I began to get claustrophobic. It was time to 'head out'. Though restricted, my arms and legs flailed to try and let it be known that "time was up". In one of my moments of resignation, I heard my mom say, 'the water broke'! Excuse me? I know I've been 'in the dark' all my life, but "water cannot break'. Water is just water.
Then I got to feeling bad. I think I gave my mom a backache with all my ruckus and carrying on earlier. But not long and it was 'pay-back' time. My headache was excruciating as she kept pushing me through tight fitting canal. She was in pain. I was in pain. Like some people say, 'it was worse than having a kid'. When is this going to be over? Long story short, the extreme pressure lasted into the wee hours of the next day, November 17. But, OH MY! IT WAS SO BRIGHT! I wanted to crawl back to where I was, but, there was no way, that was going to happen. My mama had such a warm tight grip on me in her arms, as she consoled my quivering cry, that I resigned to the fact that she loved me and so I fell asleep.