I thought she was checking the time between the contractions. After a few hours of contractions I was ready to push. I kept pushing and pushing but my son seemed to be too confortable in my womb to come out. Suddenly, when I was resting a bit the midwife checked her watch again and then took off her surgical gloves. She said: “My shift has finished, another midwife will come to take over from me.” And with that she turned around and walked out of the door. I was stunned and lost for words! I was wondering if they could do that, if it was allowed to walk out like that. I didn’t have much time to think about it because I had to push again. With no midwife there yet one of the nurses took over.
So 40-something years ago, when my aunt got married, my great grandmother gave her a dining room table as a present. It was the one her father (my great great grandfather) had given to her. It’s this old beautiful table and it had a bunch of leaves so you could extend it. My aunt loved this table, but their first house was to small to fit it in. So she asked my grandmother to store it. Anyway, time goes on and my grandmother moves the table into her “big room” (basically the room for when you have company) and the family eats at it at family gatherings. My aunt is a little peeved my gma did this without asking but lets it go since she couldn’t use it at least the family can enjoy it.
This had been a sore spot for years. I had no idea. We are every holiday meal around that table add a family. Grandad made extra leaves for the table as the family grew. i learned dominoes from my grandparents at that table. I had tea parties with cousins at that able. Then when i was about 24, we were planning how to set up the big room for a holiday. One of my aunts called the table my grandma’s and since no one in my family has a poker face, i knew something was wrong. I asked my mom and another aunt later what happened. They were surprised i didn’t know. You miss a lot when your one of the youngest grandkids.
Time goes on. My great grandmother told my gma to give it to my aunt a few times, but grandma had never been a great listener. I love her to death, but she really likes to get her way. So sometimes it was “i don’t remember your grandma giving it to you.” Sometimes “grandma definitely gave it to me, i mean, i am her daughter.” And sometimes it was “your house is too filthy to put that table in” (i love my aunt to, she’s creative and fun but also a hoarder like on the shows).
Wasn’t other people, it happened to me. I was in the garage where I work talking to a friend. I was asking him if he could lend me a thousand dollars, he said sure . But under one condition I said sure what was it, he told me he wanted a BJ I agreed. So here I was on my knees giving him what he wanted, just as he was blowing a load in my mouth the boss walked in. The boss said that’s what I thought you were and if you don’t want me to tell anyone. He was just pulling it out and said I had to do him as well, not that I minded it’s that know I have to do him 2 or 3 times a week or whatever he calls me. Top it off I don’t get anything from him, just a month full to keep him quiet.
She told me to try not to push until the midwife was there. The replacing midwife arrived 15 minutes later, apologizing that we had to wait for her. She hadn’t expected her colleague would leave so abruptly. After pushing for another 45 minutes the midwife told me my son was going to need some help to get him out. She did this by pushing with her full weight on my belly. She asked a nurse to take over from her when the head was born so the midwife could pull while the nurse was pushing on my belly. One hour and 15 minutes after starting pushing my son was born. Weighing a healthy 3.5 kilo.