Tomorrow December 6 is my youngest son's 22 birthday. So, of course, the memories of his birth are strong in hand. I was 30 years old living here in my home now. We had just moved here to Nashville the year before. His father was on the road with Gary Morris. They were playing in California. Ironic as it was, his mother, who lived in Walnut Creek, was here with me for my son's due date was December 16. That morning, my mother-in-law decided it was a good time to clean. She began cleaning out my bedroom closet as I told her, "yes, I want to keep", "no, give it away". Then it moved to our attic. I sat on my den floor as my mother-in-law was above me cleaning out my attic. She was tossing things down. I had to decide if I wanted to keep it or toss it. This was driving me absolutely crazy. I called my husband crying, saying, "I can't do this anymore". I truly don't remember what he said. Probably because I wasn't listening. I remember I went to look for my remote control to my television, only to find it in the "give away box". Anyway, shortly after, I went to the bathroom and I peed. At least I thought I was peeing. I wasn't. My water had broke. My mother-in-law drove me to the hospital.
When we got there, I told Dr. Arnold, "I can't have this baby yet, this is my husband's first child, you have to wait until he gets here from California". Instead, because my water had broken, he gave me a shot to speed up the delivery so infection would not set in. My son was born. I did not see him for several hours. He was having problems breathing so they put him "under the light". Finally, after my husband arrived that night, my son was brought in to me. He immediately took to my breast! My husband left, once again, back to California on tour, while my mother-in-law stayed behind to help with my newborn. She had brought my firstborn, Craig, who was 13 at the time , to the hospital to see his brother. On the way, she is trying to pull out into the traffic and says to Craig, "is anything coming", and he responds, "no". She pulls out and is hit by another car. (Yes, it was my car she was driving.) She tells Craig not to tell me because I had just had a baby and she doesn't want to upset me. But, as children will be children that was the first thing he told me! As I've mentioned earlier, I was closer to my mother-in-law than my own husband. We shared so many memories! As I am older now, I realize the majority of those memories are connected to her grandchildren as much as to me. She certainly took a place in the "shaping" of my children.
Anthony Remo Ceragioli. Named after his paternal grandfather. He is my very delight! This child, who had colic, who was spoiled rotten, still, to this very day, brings such a smile to my face. He is utterly beautiful in all his many ways. Probably because of his father being gone the majority of his life, we bonded so well. He is like a piece of me, yet, distinctly different with his own personality. Proud mother? Definitely!
As Anthony gets older, it appears the memories get stronger. Being able to see who he was, and who he is now, combining the two, making him whole...what a pleasure for a mom! I have been able to witness this with all 3 of my children. They are worlds apart, yet, existing in the same world. 35, 22, 15 - yes spaced out a bit. More time to enjoy each space of them!
Yes, today was a unique day for me. To narrow it down, let's say, being human. Being human feels, experiments, remembers, delights, touches, feels, expresses, lives. Yea, it was a very good day. My special thanks to a very special friend...thank you, my friend! I enjoyed every moment of it! And yes, I am still smiling :) (And yes, if you look closely at the pic of me and my newborn, that is a nipple exposed, but, afterall, it is only a pic!)
When we got there, I told Dr. Arnold, "I can't have this baby yet, this is my husband's first child, you have to wait until he gets here from California". Instead, because my water had broken, he gave me a shot to speed up the delivery so infection would not set in. My son was born. I did not see him for several hours. He was having problems breathing so they put him "under the light". Finally, after my husband arrived that night, my son was brought in to me. He immediately took to my breast! My husband left, once again, back to California on tour, while my mother-in-law stayed behind to help with my newborn. She had brought my firstborn, Craig, who was 13 at the time , to the hospital to see his brother. On the way, she is trying to pull out into the traffic and says to Craig, "is anything coming", and he responds, "no". She pulls out and is hit by another car. (Yes, it was my car she was driving.) She tells Craig not to tell me because I had just had a baby and she doesn't want to upset me. But, as children will be children that was the first thing he told me! As I've mentioned earlier, I was closer to my mother-in-law than my own husband. We shared so many memories! As I am older now, I realize the majority of those memories are connected to her grandchildren as much as to me. She certainly took a place in the "shaping" of my children.
Anthony Remo Ceragioli. Named after his paternal grandfather. He is my very delight! This child, who had colic, who was spoiled rotten, still, to this very day, brings such a smile to my face. He is utterly beautiful in all his many ways. Probably because of his father being gone the majority of his life, we bonded so well. He is like a piece of me, yet, distinctly different with his own personality. Proud mother? Definitely!
As Anthony gets older, it appears the memories get stronger. Being able to see who he was, and who he is now, combining the two, making him whole...what a pleasure for a mom! I have been able to witness this with all 3 of my children. They are worlds apart, yet, existing in the same world. 35, 22, 15 - yes spaced out a bit. More time to enjoy each space of them!
Yes, today was a unique day for me. To narrow it down, let's say, being human. Being human feels, experiments, remembers, delights, touches, feels, expresses, lives. Yea, it was a very good day. My special thanks to a very special friend...thank you, my friend! I enjoyed every moment of it! And yes, I am still smiling :) (And yes, if you look closely at the pic of me and my newborn, that is a nipple exposed, but, afterall, it is only a pic!)
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