Wednesday, November 18, 2009

25 Years Ago Today, part 2

I remember being woken up early on that Sunday morning by Mama. It was earlier than we normally got up for church. She asked "Do you want a baby brother or sister today?" Well, of course, I wanted a baby sister! I had two little brothers and that was quite enough.

I always thought that the shock of losing her grandma the day before sent Mama into labor, but she told me years later that she had been having back pain before she got the phone call. (It's funny, because when she told me that, months after I'd had my own daughter, I remembered having back pain the day before I thought my labor started too. Something to remember for the future.)

Mama got our clothes on us, and got some snacks together. We were meeting Grandma and Grandaddy Turner (Daddy's parents) at the hospital because Mama's family was having a memorial service for Grandma Schroeder. At least that's how I remember it.

I remember it being 7am when we left our house. The hospital was forty-five minutes away, and Andy was born within five minutes of getting to the hospital nearly five years earlier. No chances were going to be taken. It may have been later, but it seemed so early to me.

I remember that Mama packed apples and fruit roll-ups for our snack. I remember bringing my Cabbage Patch Kid, Maddie, and snuggling her tight in the hospital room. Hospitals just seem so scary when you're a little kid.

I remember walking up and down the halls with Mama, looking at the nursery. I remember being sent out of the room a little before 1pm. I was told much, much later that Mama's labor was stalling, so the doctor decided to break her water. Ross came within half an hour after that.

I remember that for some reason, Grandma and Grandaddy didn't think about the fact that we only had apples and fruit roll-ups to eat, and our dinner that night was Oreos and cereal when Daddy got us home. I remember being hungry.

I remember being shocked and a little hurt when we were told we had a new little brother. I remember wondering what had happened to my baby sister Sarah Elizabeth that I'd been waiting to meet. I remember seeing that cute baby boy and absolutely falling in love with him.

looking at my new baby brother for the first time


When Mama and Daddy told me a few months earlier that we were getting a new baby, I had been inexplicably upset. I cried. All I could think was that we had this family of five and it was so nice. I didn't like change. And the next morning I woke up so excited about the adventure that was starting and I couldn't wait to meet our new family member.

It's been twenty-five years since I met my cute little baby brother and I still love him so much. I'm so glad he joined our family.

Happy birthday, Ross!

6 comments:

Anthea Goodman said...

Happy Birthday Ross.


PS. You're not supposed to make your readers cry you know! Beautifully written... and just a little sad.

Nadine said...

a really nice post about your
brother. happy birthday to him!
I enjoyed reading this (:

April P. said...

that was great writing Deanna - true story-telling! I'm amazed all that happened to your family in such a short amount of time.

Genevieve said...

Yesterday and today's posts were so beautifully written! I love how your words perfectly capture the innocence and bewilderment of childhood. Thank you so much for sharing them with us!

sharyncarlson said...

Awww, what a sweet story. I love how you wrote this. Happy Birthday to your brother :)

Robin said...

Very sweet story!