Today we celebrate Courtney and Baby Jack.
I am privileged to host a baby shower celebration with some of my closest friends and family. We gather together. Eat great food and at Courtney’s request, share our birth stories.
What better way to share mine, but at my daughter and grandson’s celebration.
Steve and I were married February 9th, 1985. Birth control was not my friend and we soon found out that a baby girl would be joining our family in March 1986.
My pregnancy was relatively easy.
A baby shower was planned for January 1986.
It was to be held at our church with family and friends in attendance.
I picked out my dress with the ugliest bow at the neckline I could find. That was the style. Yuck.
We had cake and punch and gathered into a circle to open gifts.
So many wonderful gifts to celebrate our baby girl.
I stand to thank everyone and there were gasps.
My dress on the back where I was sitting was wet. Uh oh. My water broke. It was 9 weeks until my due date.
Steve was called.
We left for the hospital.
I was in labor.
It was too early. Way too early.
IV’s were placed. Monitors were positioned. Sonograms were completed. The sonogram showed that Baby girl was perfect but only weighed 2ish pounds and it was too early for her to be born. The sonogram also showed that there had been two bags of water surrounding her which is the reason for the fluid and the reason for labor beginning.
We knew the head of Security at the hospital. He was a church friend and informed us that the helicopter was ready and waiting to take us to All Children’s Hospital if labor could not be stopped. They are better equipped to handle preemies.
The IV fluids dripping into my body were working hard to stop my labor. All night long, blood pressure cuffs would inflate and deflate, temperatures were taken and monitors would beep. I lay waiting to hear the news if our baby was going to be born. I was 21 years old and very scared.
The second day arrived and the labor was slowly stopping. We were not out of the woods yet but it was looking promising.
The third day was even better and they would remove the IV and try oral medication to see if the labor would still stay away.
The fourth day I was discharged with very strict instructions of bed rest. The only reason to touch the floor would be to use the restroom and take 1 shower a day. No exceptions.
Steve had begun his Firefighting career in June 1985 and we had purchased our first home in November 1985. There was 0 vacation time and not a lot of money so we moved back home to Mom and Dad’s so that Dad could take care of me. Under no exception was I allowed to be alone.
Dad would work in the backyard in his garage and I would lay on the couch. All day. Every day for 8 weeks. The medication I had to take was nasty stuff. It would make my heart race and made me feel overall like garbage. I remember when Mom would come home from work and take my pulse to make sure everything was ok.
The day came I was allowed to get up. Yeah!!!
Steve and I are at the home improvement store. Of course we are. Some things never change.
Way back in the day, if you needed to pay with a check, you had to go to Customer Service and get your check approved before using.
We had our items and I waited in line to purchase while Steve was at Customer Service getting our check approved.
I look to him.
He looks to me.
I mouthed, “We have to go.”
We left our items and headed to the car. My water had broke while I was in line. I’m sure there was a puddle but I didn’t wait around to find out.
Hospital here we come.
Courtney Dawn Kern arrived March 2nd, 1986 at 5:50AM. She was 6 pounds and 6 1/2 oz.
She was perfect.
31 years later, today we celebrate the upcoming birth of Jack William Wissinger. My baby is having a baby.
What a glorious day it is.