It was Saturday and Gregg was working when labor pains began. And I didn't know what labor pains felt like. So I called Mama. And she said she couldn't remember and told me to call my cousin Teresa.
But Lena wouldn't let me. She just put me in the car as firmly as she made me buy that pregnancy test and Christmas onesie seven months earlier and drove me to the hospital.
And they put me on the monitor and keep me a few hours. Then they sent me home with Braxton Hicks. If google had been then I'd been all over that. Cause y'all, that's what I do.
So Monday came and I worked all day. Can't remember where.
But Tuesday came and I worked all day. With the sun to Louisville and back late afternoon. And I felt bad. By the time Mama and I hit Carthage all I wanted to do was sleep through me some Braxton Hicks.
And I did. I went straight to bed on the sofa. Gregg comes home at eight or so and we call the doctor. We'd done the little minutes thing and pains were three or so minutes apart. I was told to come on now.
But I didn't want to. It was Braxton Hicks. I had six weeks to go.
So by ten the pains were ninety seconds apart. And I was told to come NOW.
But I needed a shower and my hair needed washing. So Gregg and I fought and I took a shower.
Then I needed make-up cause I was all cute and pregnant and I was gonna stay cute and I believed pregnant.
So Gregg and I fought and I put make-up on.
And when they wheeled me into a room my pains were only a minute apart. And nothing could be done. It was not Braxton Hicks and when Mama and I were alone in the room I thought my water broke.
But it was blood. Lots of blood.
And I was hemorrhaging and she was coming and I was in trouble. And so was she.
Then they gave morphine. And all I remember was burning and some cursing they heard in the waiting room and it was kinda like a TV show when I asked where I was and yelled at them to get her out.
And that was it. For over twenty-four hours I remember nothing.
But when I woke I remember her. She was tiny. Preemie, but healthy.
And now it's Mother's Day twenty-six years later and my baby's having a baby.
And the feeling is a little like amazing mixed with awe and much gratitude.
My baby girl's first Mother's Day.
My baby's having a baby.