Marriage & Babies

Sometime around 6 or 7, God decided that if I wasn't going to go to church someone had to teach me about Him and since I was baptized as a baby, He gave that job to the Holy Spirit. So at bedtime when I was supposed to be sleeping, He would start with short lessons after my prayers. It is interesting how that worked. I had a Bible from 'that' church, but I wouldn't open it for fear of what would happen. That fear ran very deep. As I got older, the lessons got longer and I would ask questions if I didn't understand something and I always got answers immediately. I didn't understand how unique my education was until I got older.

By the end of my 17th year, I was engaged and on June 23 of age 19 I was married. I became Catholic at this time, although I didn't believe in confession. When I told the priest this, he said 'well unless you have murdered or raped someone, I don't see that as a problem.' I never understood why I was special over everyone else, but there you go. We lived in the basement in a very little apartment. We were so poor, we couldn't afford food even though we had food stamps. We ate at my Mom and Dads when we weren't eating at his Mom and Dad's. We did laundry at both of our parent's houses. Before we moved, we were doing laundry at my parents and he got really mad at me. He picked me up and started shaking me until he heard my Dad come down the stairs. I was so scared I didn't know what to do, so I ran into the bathroom and hid! We had only been married less than a year. When my husband graduated, we moved to Niles, Michigan. Three days after we got there, he had to leave town for work. He bought me a kitty so I wouldn't be alone. He was gone for 6 weeks. He never came home for the weekends. The first week he was gone, the car had an electrical fire and so for 5 weeks I was left without a vehicle. Mom and Dad came up and bought me groceries every weekend. 

I loved MI. I had a difficult time meeting people, however. Money was tight. I was never allowed to have any money or access to the checkbook so I could never get gas in the car. I was told I was too stupid to be able to handle money. I wanted to go to college, but I was told I was too stupid to do the math. I got pregnant, but it didn't last long. Before I realized I was pregnant, I had a miscarriage. I was very upset and he didn't offer any support, but Mom and Dad came. I was very naive, more so than you could ever realize. I went to the gynecologist and he said I had had a miscarriage and I also had  endometriosis. If I didn't get pregnant again within 6 months, I would never have a child. I believed him. I went home and told my husband. He was not on board with the idea. He was glad I had had the miscarriage, he wasn't ready to be a father. I pleaded. I wanted to be a mother so bad and I only had 6 months to be one. Finally, giving in, I conceived and my baby boy came to be. The Doctor told me that if I carried the baby all the way through, that the endometriosis would sleep for 2 years. The Doctor was wrong. He was wrong about so many things. 

We ended up buying a house. It was an awesome old house, a third of the original house which had built by a Doctor 150 years ago. When his sons got married he split the house in thirds. One third of the house was four doors down and had the original staircase. It was gorgeous. I loved it. We painted the kitchen cupboards yellow, then about 6 months later, he started trying to convince me we never did. So without his knowing, I went and got a chisel and scraped some of the new paint off of the inside of the backside of a lower cabinet door. I knew we had painted it. We had. There was the old color. I bought this beautiful dress that I absolutely loved. It came and I put it on and it fit perfectly, or so I thought. When my husband came home, I surprised him with the dress. I pranced around with it. I still had my ballerina legs and figure and so when I pranced I did it with grace. 'Where did you get that?' 'I bought it. Isn't it beautiful? I love it. It fits me perfectly!' 'No it doesn't. It is ugly! Your legs don't look good any more. You shouldn't be wearing dresses any more. You don't have the body for dresses any more. You should only wear pants or shorts. Besides you don't have anywhere to wear a dress. And where did you get the money? Did you get my permission to buy that? Send it back immediately! You don't buy anything without my permission anymore, do you understand?' My husband started locking the desk after that so that I couldn't get into it at all. At that point, there was absolutely no way I could access the checkbook, so I got a job. I had worked for a doctor's office before, so it was easy getting a job in another one. However, when I got pneumonia, the doctor's wife fired me because I didn't show up for work. I even had a doctor's excuse, but that didn't matter. My husband said that was alright because he didn't want me working anyway. Whenever I cashed my checks, I would put my money away where he wouldn't find it, but he would say 'where is your check? Give me your check.' Eventually, he would win and I still wouldn't have any money. 

My pregnancy continued. It was awful. I went to a different doctor now. This Doctor kept telling me it didn't matter what I did while I was pregnant with my Him/Her, I was going to lose it anyway. My pregnancy was that bad. I had to crawl everywhere I went or I got sick and I was on medication to not get sick. Other people had to keep taking me to the hospital to get shots to stop the vomiting because my husband was never home. If he wasn't working, he was fishing. I had made 'friends' with a woman when I was at the doctor's office where I had worked. I was Dumb Shit #1 and she was Dumb Shit #2. She had a boyfriend and they really liked to fish. So while I was so sick with my pregnancy the 3 of them would go fishing and I would be home alone with the dog and cat. Then I would get a call, 'I'm going to stay for a fish fry, there are a lot of people coming over...' I would start crying, 'but I really need help, I haven't eaten and I am so sick...' 'Well, I'll get you a milkshake and come back.' And that is what he would do. That would be every weekend, every night. 

I was working for the Green Giant Mushroom Farm now. I was not going to stay home all the time by myself. It was so lonely. I loved it! At first, I was a Personnel Secretary and that was great. I had two different bosses, both had military backgrounds but couldn't have been more different. I don't know how I did it really. I do know I ran to the bathroom a lot so I could get sick. There was a horrible accident on the farm side, no details. I was 8 months pregnant. Once all the arrangements had been made, by me, and the widow had all of her issues taken care of, by me, my water broke. Being totally naive, I thought I could stop things and my husband certainly didn't think it was necessary to go to the hospital until my contractions were 3 minutes apart. My labor was 5 hours total. It wasn't pretty and my precious baby boy had the most pointed head for 9 months. I screamed a lot! I was only 2 fingers when he popped out. Someone close to us, the woman's boyfriend, said he was deformed and would be brain damaged. Well, I'm glad to tell you that he is perfect and 40 years old, so that was untrue. 

During the winter, my parents came up and my Mom wanted to go shopping. She said to get our coats on so I wrapped my baby in sweaters and blankets and I put on sweaters and a thin windbreaker. Mom said where is your coat. I said, 'Mom leave it.' She said, 'Where are your boots.' I said, 'Mom, please leave it and let's go before...let's just go.' She didn't say anything. So When we got in the car, Mom wanted to know why I didn't have a winter coat or boots and why my little man didn't have a coat or warm clothes. She wanted to know why there weren't any groceries in the house and why I had to sneak $10 out of the house. She wanted to know why I didn't say good bye and why I didn't want her asking questions with him in the house. I didn't want to answer, but Dad stopped me the car and gave me that look that only Dad's can give. I told them the truth. I had so much fun that day. I got clothes and a coat, a nice warm coat. I got boots. My baby got the cutest, warm clothes, a nice warm coat, little shoes, slippers, and everything he needed. We got groceries, so many groceries. I bought materiel to make badly needed curtains for $5. It was a great day...until we got home and I got yelled at for taking the $10 and spending the $5 for something so frivolous as material! I thought my Dad was going to blow. My husband did say thank you for the groceries.

When I came back to work after the baby was born and he was 9 months old, I worked on the farm side. I fell in love ... with agriculture. I had 19 supervisors! You'd think that would be terrible but there was never a conflict! As a matter of fact, I have never worked at a place where I was so respected and protected, but then I think they knew what was happening at home, well I know they did. One day, the company had a company picnic. We pulled up, my husband got out of the car and immediately started playing volleyball. My little man was just over a year old and wasn't walking yet. I had food to carry in, a baby, and all our picnic stuff. I knew better than to call for help, so I started to try to load everything up when I heard someone walk up to me. 'Give me that.' 'And I'll take that.' Two of the guys who were my age and worked with me on the farm side had been watching the whole thing. They were totally disgusted. They helped me through the whole picnic. They helped me get the food set up, get food for my baby, helped me feed my baby, talked to me while we ate so I wouldn't feel alone. Pretty soon I was completely surrounded by 19 supervisors and their families and no one asked where my husband was. At one point in the afternoon, he showed up and asked if my two colleagues would like to come over the next weekend and play cards after the kid was asleep. I think for my sake they said yes.  At the end of the day, they helped me load the car and when it was done, my husband miraculously reappeared. We didn't talk all the way home. 

When they came over that weekend, I was really nervous. My cooking hadn't been good enough all week, so I didn't know what to expect about the snacks I had made. The dog and cat were well behaved so I wasn't worried about that, but my husband was in a mood and I didn't know what to expect. The house was clean, but still.... We played cards and at one point the guys wanted refills for their drinks. As Missa, the dog, and I were walking out of the room I heard 'would you look at that, when they walk together like that their asses look just alike, only the dog's might be sexier.' I couldn't have been more embarrassed. I stayed in the kitchen longer than I needed too until I heard 'Did you get lost in there?' When I came back out I couldn't look anyone in the face. I just gave everyone their drinks and we continued to play cards. I could tell the guys were angry though because they didn't talk and they left early. They did ask if I wanted to bring the baby and go with them, but I just looked at them in confusion. 

When Monday came, one of my colleagues called me into his office. He had decided he had seen enough and he was going to make me face some realities.   He didn't know everything, but he had guessed enough and he wanted some answers and he wanted them now! We talked for 2 hours. His last question and my immediate answer shocked me. 'Give me the first thing that pops into your head, Debbie. Do you love him??' 'No' 'Then why are you staying with him?' 'Little man' The next weekend changed my mind.  My husband was putting weatherstripping around the front door. My little man rolled over to see what he was doing. 'Get him away from me!' I ran and got him. 'I said keep him away from me!' I ran and got him. I said 'he just wants to see what you are doing.' 'Keep him away.' I said 'I am trying.' Then I heard the loudest slap. I turned and saw my little man fly across the 30' living room and then the 30' dining room and then through the 32" door into the 15' kitchen just missing the cabinets by 6". He had a huge hand print across his little face. He was screaming his little face off and his father never took a break from the weather stripping. That was it. You could mistreat me until the cows came home, but no one, I mean NO ONE will EVER mistreat my baby! So I started my campaign.   I wanted to be a mushroom grower, so I started college with a credit card I had found. Spanish was my first course of choice. I wanted to be able to speak with the men and women on the farm, Mexicans and Puerto Ricans. I asked if I could practice with them. They said absolutely NOT! I would say something wrong because their slang was different. So they spoke to me in Spanish and I could understand, but I spoke to them in English, lol. I A'd that class! I wasn't as stupid as I was told. One day after class, I came home and found my baby crying really hard. My Mother-in-law was visiting so both she and my husband were supposed to be watching the baby, but he was just laying in his playpen crying and they were just standing talking and ignoring him. I picked him up and he was running a temperature. A high one and his diaper was dirty. I absolutely through a fit! I asked them what was wrong with them, were they deaf? This child was in trouble. Why were they ignoring him? How long had he been crying? His Mother said about a half hour. That really kicked off my temper! I went upstairs and changed his diaper to find 4 chickenpox on his little bottom. I gave him something to lower his temperature and then got him some cool water in a bottle. Then I washed him down with cool water. Then I sat in the rocker and sang him to sleep. After putting him to sleep, I went down stairs and stripped the hide off both of their back sides and asked just what kind of father and grandmother they were. I turned and walked back upstairs to be with my baby. The next weekend, my husband must have realized that things needed working on because he said he wanted to go on a picnic with my baby and me. He said that if my 'friend' and her boyfriend called, he didn't want to talk to them. I started frying up some chicken, making some potato salad, and cleaning some fresh veggies for the picnic. She called. I told her he didn't want to talk to her, but she wouldn't take my word for it, so I hung up on her. She did this three times. The fourth time, I gave the phone to him. He said, ok. He hung up and told me, but he would be back for the picnic. He didn't get back until after 8pm. My baby and I had a nice picnic. I laid him down for a nap and then I cleaned the entire house and did all the laundry and cleaned the cat box. After I put the baby down for the night, I was taking the last load out of the dryer, my 'friend' came downstairs and said 'we are back.' She scared me to death! I looked at her in complete fury. She said her boyfriend was mowing the yard. I have no idea what my husband was doing. I told her in unkind words to get out! That I never wanted her near my husband again! Then I told her that it was not her boyfriend's job to mow our yard and I didn't want him around my husband again! Then I said I wanted then both off of our property by the time I got upstairs or I would call the cops for trespassing! When I got upstairs, my husband was standing there in complete fury! He said 'what the hell is the matter with you?' I said, 'I thought we were going on a picnic, obviously that didn't happen because you had other things to do.' Just then the cat took a poo, a stinky one. He said, 'so you could have done something today! You could have at least cleaned the cat box!' And that was it. The plan started. From then on, I cleaned my half of the house, my baby and my laundry, I made my baby and my meals, and I washed my baby and my dishes. In the meantime, one of my colleagues and I went looking for an apartment. Then I found one I could afford with what I was making. When I got my check, I opened my own checking account and put it in my maiden name so my husband couldn't get it out. I went to a lawyer in South Bend. Then when I had all of my ducks in a row, I went to tell him I was leaving him. I turned off the TV He asked me what I was doing and I said I want to talk to you and I can't if you are watching TV. He got up and turned the TV back on and I went and turned it back off. He started to get mad. I finally stood in front of the TV so he couldn't turn it back on and said 'I'm leaving you.' He said 'you won't make it 30 days. You have no idea how to look after yourself or that kid, and you are taking the dog and the cat.' I said, 'That kid is your kid.' He said, 'I have a hard time loving a kid who isn't perfect.' He had a reverse clubfoot. And with that, whatever love I still had for him died. I called my Mom and Dad on my Dad's birthday to tell them I was leaving. I was near tears. I didn't know how they would take it. My Dad said, 'Oh Babe, that is the best birthday present you could have given me! Now are you sure this is what you want?' I said, 'Oh yes Dad, I have everything in order with the help of a friend from work.' He said, 'Then no matter what, don't feel pressured to go back. Mom and I will do whatever it takes, even moving you back home if that is what it takes.' And they did. Mom just cried. I said, 'Mom why are you crying?' She said, 'Because I am so happy!' To say I was shocked is to understate how I felt! My brother wanted me to move to Minnesota, but that was stopped. I was only allowed to be in IL or MI. I'm not sure how I was supposed to do that without going through IN, but no one mentioned that. 

Once I was in the apartment, I wrote the Father that married us and told him we were separated and were probably going to divorce. He called and asked if I wanted him to come up. I said that would nice, so he came up and stopped at Green Giant to get me and take me back to my apartment. We talked for 2 hours where he said that he  had had a partitioner that I reminded him of who looked like me and acted like me and they found her hanging in her father's garage. Then he said that as little man's God Father, he would be back later to pick my little man because I was not in my right mind. Then he made a pass at me! A Priest! I told him to take me back to work! When I got to work, I sat at my desk with my coat and hat and mittens on and just pounded the keys, with no paper in the typewriter. Two of my supervisors ran out and got one of the mushroom pickers to come talk to me. We called him Pee Wee, well not to his face. He came in, took one look at me, got a 5-gallon bucket, turned it upside down and sat down. He said, 'you still have your coat on.' I just kept pounding the keys of the typewriter, tears were now pouring down my face! He got up and got the ugliest yellow ashtray. It was huge. He put it on my desk and told me to throw it at him. I said no and kept pounding. 'What the hell did that Priest do!' pound, pound, pound 'What the hell did that Priest say?' By now there were about 6 supervisors leaning in the doors so they could hear what was happening. The tears were just pouring down my face and the pounding was getting louder. He kept at me asking me questions and finally I picked up that ugly ashtray and threw it as hard as I could at his head! and then burst into tears and poured the whole thing out! The head supervisor took me to the Monsignor and had me tell him everything. He ended up blackballing the Father and then Tim brought me back to work. When I got there another supervisor said if the Priest showed up that night, to call him and he would come and get us. As it turned out, I wasn't home a half hour when I got the call. I call the supervisor, he must have sped over because he was there in 5 minutes. I was shaking so bad, I dropped everything I picked up, so he hugged me and said it was okay he was there now. He was a huge man. He was originally from Guatemala. He packed up everything and we were gone before the Father came. We went to his house. My baby was so happy to see other kids to play with and they fed me although I don't remember what I ate. I was so nervous, I just couldn't relax, but my baby fell asleep right in the middle of the playing kids.

My husband absolutely refused to give me any money for child care and I only made a little more than $400 a month. I could make ends meet and feed my little man with nothing left over to feed myself. In the first month of our separation, I lost 40 pounds. My main supervisor tricked me into going to the doctor and then blocked the door so I couldn't get out of the room. He stayed in the room while the doctor examined me. 'Well, what is wrong with her?' 'Nothing except for the fact that she is starving.' 'Why are you starving?' 'Because I left my husband and I don't have enough money to feed myself and he refuses to pay child support.' 'Well that is going to change, have you filed papers?' 'No he said not to.' He rolled his eyes. 'Of course he did, they can't force him to pay child support if you are only separated. You have to file for divorce.' So I went and filed for divorce, however, Mom and Dad came up that weekend and when they saw me, Mom went through the cupboards and we went grocery shopping!' Dad went to my husband and had a heart to heart. At work, I started finding money in my jacket, in my desk, food in my desk and Tim would have my 2 colleagues take me to lunch every day and buy me lunch and they had to stay until I got it all down.

Side Note: The Psychologist says my ex abused me 5 ways, but I just can't go into all of it any more than this. I don't want to relive anymore. This was hard enough. I told her I had talked around the abuse and she asked me why. I said I just didn't want to get into it. She said I needed to and that maybe it would help other women. So I have gone back and have redone this part. You don't need to live with this. You are worth being loved not abused. So I have talked about physical abuse, verbal abuse, financial abuse, neglect, and he tried to make me think I was going crazy, and I forget the other. You may be able to see it. The only way I got my divorce was to threaten him with going after financial disclosure.  I haven't told you everything because it isn't necessary, but what you must know that life can be sweet once you get out from under the yoke of abuse. After talking with my Psychologist and now writing this out, I am ready to throw this away and I hope in some small way it will be of benefit to someone. If you are being abused and don't know what to do, tell your Doctor, go to the ER, the Police, there are Safe Home for the abused in towns, tell someone, and get out of the abused situation. Don't believe them if they say they say they are sorry and they will never do it again. If they do it once, they will do it again. It makes them feel big, strong to make you feel little and weak. Get out of the situation and be careful that you don't walk right back into another situation just like it. It has taken me years to get my ego back and I'm still not all the way there.

After working at Green Giant for 2 years, they sent a headhunter to close the place. I spotted him right away for who he was and told everyone to beware, they were shutting the plant. I was the first one they fired, although I said no, I quit. I will not have you fire me and have that on my record! After 4 years in MI, I left, grown-up, wiser, cynical, with no ego, single, and with a very quiet 14-month son who called every man Daddy but his own. My lessons continued with the Holy Ghost. I had a hard time with forgiveness with myself for divorce because God had sanctioned the marriage. We had a lot of discussions about that. This was when I got my first Bible. I absorbed every word and talked it over with my Mom and the Holy Spirit. My Mom said that we should try some churches, but I wasn't sure I was ready. I had gone to the Catholic Church but they had not given me what I needed and wouldn't have known me if I had walked in there when I needed help. I was gun shy. Besides, now that I was divorced, I couldn't go back to a Catholic church anymore, but I still had the Holy Spirit so I knew God still loved me and He had forgiven me.

When I arrived in Illinois, my parents had already found a townhouse for my son and I, our dog and our cat. My parents had followed through with their promise. They were always there for me. They were the best parents a person could ever have. It was winter and we moved a week before a devastating blizzard hit burying semis on the highway between where I lived and Niles. Our timing couldn't have been more perfect. I was fortunate enough to find a job within 2 weeks of arriving and started working in Placement at Parkland College right away. I started taking classes in Business Administration because I thought that was where I would make more money. I made excellent grades, but I absolutely hated the classes I was taking. My boss told me I needed to buy a dress or skirt over the weekend and if I didn't wear it on Monday, he would take me shopping. So Mom and I went shopping. When I put the dress on and came down the stairs, my little man said 'Mommy, you have legs.' LOL. My boss told me I looked good in a dress. I was quite confused. My ex called and wished me Happy Anniversary. I was so shocked, I absolutely could not believe my ears! I asked him what he thought he was doing! I hung up the phone, went into the back room and cried. My boss told me I needed to take Agricultural classes because that was where my interest was and he sent me to see the Dean of Agriculture at the University of Illinois. The Dean was very excited to talk to me about getting me into the Agricultural program because there were very few women in the program at that time. We talked for a very long time. I told him what had sparked my interest in Agriculture and he could barely keep himself from rubbing his hands together, he was so excited. He said he would personally guide me through choosing all of my classes at Parkland so that I would have no problems having them all transfer to the U of I.

It worked. My Boss also had me start working for the Ag Department at Parkland and then when I transferred to the U of I he had me apply to a Seed Company. I went and completed the application and turned to leave, but the secretary said 'wait and I'll see if Don is available.' He was and I began working immediately. I really don't know how long I worked there, but I do know that it was only 2 days later that I met my second husband. I was shocked the minute I saw him and could hardly speak, which anyone who knows me will tell you is unusual. You see I had been dreaming about this man for years, truly! I had dreamt about him even when I was married before. I knew the color of his hair, that he would have big feet, hands, and teeth. I knew what his voice sounded like. I knew how tall he was and the color of his eyes. I knew how he walked, but I didn't know what his face looked like. I also knew he would be my second husband. I was completely stunned because I thought it had just been a dream, but here he was in person. I didn't know how to act or where to look. The next day, I had to work with him. I was extremely nervous. We were hand harvesting corn and there were 5 of us in the field. Jerry (who would become our best man) and I were talking. We knew we were the same age and that we were from competing High Schools so we were trying to see if we knew people. I figured Bob was way too young for me. He looked like he was 19 and I had just turned 24. We kept talking and Bob and I had yet to say a word to one another. It started to rain and suddenly there was silence in the field. I didn't think anything about it and kept harvesting. I didn't know any better. I had never done this. When I got to the end of the row, I looked and saw everyone else was in the truck watching me. Nice of them to leave me in the field, right? So, I walked to the truck. One of them was wearing a rain jacket and was standing outside of the truck, Jim. Hmm. I opened the door. I said 'scoot over or I'm sitting on your lap.' No one moved so I lifted myself up and sat on Bob's lap. We were married 6 months later. He has always been, literally, the man of my dreams.

To this day, this man has stood by me through thick and thin.​ The minute my son saw him he said 'Daddy, you finally comed.' I got tears in my eyes. He quit calling every other man Daddy except his natural father, at that moment! He has been the perfect Daddy too. The 3 of us got married on May 25, Bob's birthday. My little man even had a little wedding ring and everything. He was Daddy's little boy from the very beginning. He even walks like him. Bob gave us a little girl 3 years later. Our little boy wanted to name her Cecil, so we had some negotiating to do. (Still to this day Cecil remains, a little bit here and a little bit there, even made it to a license plate, lol.)

As the endometriosis continued to grow, so did the pain and in areas where one wouldn't think it had anywhere to be. After Bob and I were married, we had a hard time getting pregnant with our little girl. It was the endo. Finally, I got pregnant with her and my Grandmother on my Mother's side was angry. She knew how hard my pregnancies were on me and she threatened to take pinking shears to Bob. She was a feisty little old lady.

Again, as with my little man, my pregnancy was awful. This time I had a little boy who would rub my tummy and lay his little head there and talk to his little sister, Cecil. He always wanted to know how big she was now and I would have to tell him by showing him my finger and say 'this big.' He was so cute. I remember one time the phone rang at noon and he answered it. It was Daddy. He was checking on us. My little man said 'Mommy can't come to the phone right now Daddy. She is throwing up her lunch.' Sigh. After lunch, he rubbed my tummy and talked to his Cecil. LOL.

She dropped when I was 6 months pregnant. I had stopped by after classes at the U of I. I had just walked into my girlfriend's house and she watched it drop as I walked in the house. She said 'OMG we have to call the Doctor. You just dropped!' I just stared at her. She grabbed the phone and called his private line. He was a personal friend of hers. He wanted to see me right away. Well I was put on bed rest at my parent's house immediately because we lived in the country. I was only to be on my feet to go to the bathroom. Otherwise, I wasn't even to lay on the couch. I still had 3 months to go. Cecil was not being very accommodating. The Holy Spirit and I had a lot of conversations during this time. I read the Bible a lot and my Mom and I talked a lot about it. My Dad and I did too. My son was very klutzy, it runs in the family, and when things happened he would come and say 'it was an assident.' Well we figured we couldn't call him Ass, so we nicknamed him Dent.

Every time the barometric pressure dropped, we went into contractions and to the hospital we would go. The Doctor would stop the contractors and he gave me medicine I had to take every 2 hours to keep the contractions at bay. However, every time the barometric pressure would drop, Cecil would try to make an appearance. We did this 6 times. My Dad would watch the weather and he would come in and say 'you are going into labor tonight.' He was always right. Then the Doctor said, when I was 8 months, that I could stop the pills and we could go home. So we did. I told Bob to put the rubber sheet on the bed. It was a good idea. About 3 in the morning, I went to wake up Brian and told him we were going back to Grandma and Grandpa's because the baby was finally coming. He just turned over and said 'Oh Mommy, can't you wait until morning?' 

It was such a stormy night! Tornadoes everywhere. When we got to the ER, they just waved us through. Bob grabbed a wheelchair and we went to the maternity section of the hospital. When we got there, there was a bed in the middle of the hall, my doctor was sitting on the bed with 2 nurses standing next to him. He looked at his watch. He said 'I'm calling 4:30 am. I win.' They had placed a bet on my arrival. Cecil was born at 10:04 am. She came out smiling and has been smiling ever since. The Doctor said 'you make 8 month babies, but this one wanted to be a 6 month baby. I don't think you should try for any more.' At the age of 29, I had a hysterectomy.

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Deb Lundquist
 

After 18 years of living with this as a roommate, I feel I know Fibromyalgia well. Now, it is my passion to help people with Fibromyalgia and chronic pain take back control of their lives.