26 years ago TODAY, I was scheduled to give birth to my baby. He had decided to stand up in my womb rather than position himself like normal babies to be born. My doctor said that the baby was over 8 pounds and at this late date (he was due October 27th and this was a few days before) there was no way this kid would/could turn over. My doctor said it was impossible. We scheduled the C-section for November 1st (after I vetoed October 31st). I was very upset. I thought why does this kid have to be so oppositional and not follow the rules? Ugh! Anyway - on November 1, 1988, I went to the hospital with my husband and mom. While we were waiting to be taken up, my mom told my husband to come with her to pray in the chapel. (Providence Hospital - my mom was a nurse there at the time as well.) They left me alone to wait. While they were gone, I began to feel incredibly uncomfortable and then it looked like an alien was trying to escape from under my shirt. It felt like the baby was doing cart wheels in there! I started hyperventilating and sweating. By the time my husband and mom came back, I looked a hot mess! They asked what was wrong with me and I couldnt even explain it. So, I went to be prepped for the surgery. I was starving because they told a PREGNANT WOMAN not to EAT after 6 PM the day before!! (The day before was Halloween and I am convinced they were all devils for that.) Anyway - they prepped me and I went through every step for a C-section up to the last ultra sound. Back then, (no clue how they do things now) youd have one final ultra sound to determine the exact position of the baby. When the tech (gruff, serious, momma-type, older lady) was looking at the ultra sound she asked, WHY are you having a C-section!? I said, My baby is breach. She said, Not THIS baby! and started unplugging stuff and pulling stuff out/off and whatnot! They sent me home to wait for the kid to decide to come on his own. I WAS PISSED!!! I figured out this kid had actually FLIPPED OVER *minutes* before he woulda been cut out! I even imagined him thinking, Oh EFF that! How dare this little person who hasnt even faced the world AT ALL have so much control over whats going on?! So, we went to I-Hop (the old one on Grand River) and decided we couldnt do anything but wait. The very next morning, November 2nd, I went into labor and delivered him that afternoon. This awesome kid has been the same ever since. Oppositional. Surprising. Defiant. Against the status quo. And dont EVER tell him what he cant do. The next time someone doubts him Id love for him to say, Dont doubt me, fool! I flipped over in the womb at 8 pounds 2 and a 1/2 ounces! Check yo self! But he wont. He wont use the words that I have strung together. He marches to the drum he hears in his head and it really is a beautiful thing. HAPPY *what.woulda.been.your.birthday.except.you.are.you* DAY!! Youre awesome, Devin Laster!
Posted on: Sat, 01 Nov 2014 15:50:34 +0000
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