Where Were You 6/28/88?

Me? I worked a regular day … late duty … until 6 p.m.  I had a rather interesting day having hung up on a customer.  So unlike myself.  But I was after all 9 months pregnant.  I had no idea what to expect as this was our first child.  Boy or girl? We had no idea.  Yes sonograms existed in 1988 but no insurance would not pay unless medically necessary.  No such thing as gender reveal parties.

When I arrived home, close to 7 p.m., the crib was still in pieces on the living room floor.  And B and his friend D were talking about cars.  Just shooting the breeze.

Me: WTH, why is the crib still in pieces? You were supposed to have it done on Sunday!  It is Tuesday!

Me (not waiting for an answer): I am going to Lung Fungs for dinner, if you want to join me, then hurry the hell up cuz I’m leaving.

And D joined us too.  We had a nice dinner.  I was in labor the whole time and said nothing.  After dinner, I told D to leave unless he wanted to witness a birth.  Then B and I walked and did all the lamaze things as best as we could remember.

At almost midnight, we made the very short drive to SE Baptist hospital.  I told the girl in admitting that I was sure it was false labor.  I was wrong.  At 2:50 a.m., our baby boy entered the world.  And in an instant, life was made infinitely better.  Can you just feel the love?

Happiest of Happy Birthdays to my Sonshine.  Light of my life. ❤

As always, more to come.

 

10 thoughts on “Where Were You 6/28/88?

  1. Happy Birthday! I was also 9 months pregnant on 06/28/88 but mine didn’t come out by himself. We waited until July 8 and then induced – all 3 of mine had to be coaxed to come out…Guess it is too comfy in there.

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