Fiorella's second son was a medical miracle after four years of waiting, and he made up for the lost time by being so big that her obstetrician had Fio x-rayed for twins. So big that a stranger in the Sears Roebuck parking lot told Fio that she was the biggest pregnant woman he'd ever seen. So big that her shoe size went from an eight to a ten--permanently. But Fio loved every moment of her pregnancy.
The birth, though, was another matter. Son got stuck and Fiorella had to have an emergency c-section without anesthetic, but son--all eleven pounds, six ounces of him--was perfect. And in Fio's eyes, he's been perfect ever since.
Showing posts with label birth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birth. Show all posts
Saturday, April 29, 2017
Thursday, August 13, 2015
Mulling Birth and Death
Fiorella is mulling over one birth certificate and two death certificates this morning. Cousin Tom's wife was kind enough to send Fio the fruits of her most recent genealogy search, and now Fio knows the dates of her father's oldest brother's birth and death, and even the cause of his death--cholera infantism, whatever that is. She also knows the date of her paternal grandfather's death, which was labeled as "accidental (caught in wreck of cars in mine)."
Even more interesting is the evolution of her grandfather's given name, which is spelled "Jno" in earlier documents, but becomes "John" later. The surname also underwent an Americanization--of sorts.
Interesting how the family is now pouring over these documents. They are our only connection with people we never knew, people who would have been dear to us.
Even more interesting is the evolution of her grandfather's given name, which is spelled "Jno" in earlier documents, but becomes "John" later. The surname also underwent an Americanization--of sorts.
Interesting how the family is now pouring over these documents. They are our only connection with people we never knew, people who would have been dear to us.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Happy Birthday to YS
Today, 12-12-12, is Younger Son's birthday.
Thirty-seven years ago at five o'clock in the morning, Husband took Fiorella, who was two weeks overdue, to the hospital for induced labor. They had faithfully attended the Lamaze classes, but such was not to be: the pitocin didn't work so later that afternoon Fio was wheeled into the operating room for an emergency Caesarian.
No wonder--Younger Son turned out to be a whopping eleven pounds, seven ounces. He was king of the nursery. The staff had to send out for larger-sized diapers, and his neck muscles were strong enough for him to lift up his head when the nurses photographed him.
Son's taking the day off from work today, and the family is getting together at Austin Land and Cattle tonight to celebrate the first day of the rest of his life. Things are looking up for him right now--but then, he's always been an up-and-comer.
Thirty-seven years ago at five o'clock in the morning, Husband took Fiorella, who was two weeks overdue, to the hospital for induced labor. They had faithfully attended the Lamaze classes, but such was not to be: the pitocin didn't work so later that afternoon Fio was wheeled into the operating room for an emergency Caesarian.
No wonder--Younger Son turned out to be a whopping eleven pounds, seven ounces. He was king of the nursery. The staff had to send out for larger-sized diapers, and his neck muscles were strong enough for him to lift up his head when the nurses photographed him.
Son's taking the day off from work today, and the family is getting together at Austin Land and Cattle tonight to celebrate the first day of the rest of his life. Things are looking up for him right now--but then, he's always been an up-and-comer.
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