I swear to all I believe in and hold dear....the life of my SM, daughter and grands that every bit of the above statement is factual and was painful.
I was the only Mommie who was breast feeding, which the Army nurses did not care for....so they fed Michelle formula after they got her back to the nursery....poor baby wasn't getting anything from me. NO really????? With all the other woman watching us and thinking I was an alien from another planet trying to stick my boob in her face. And Michelle not knowing what I was supposed to do and vice versa?????????? Duh. And besides, she was getting formula and why would she want my milk then.....oh it was charming.
Needless to say in 48 hours, I was a hurting Mommy with engourged breasts, a screaming baby and my hair was standing out on end and I wanted my Mommy, who by the way could not come in to see me. No one could, except he who had impregnated me (he never did until he picked me up) and he was off drinking with his friends and having an affair with my best friend. He had to borrow money from my parents to get me out of the hospital. Well not me, it was free for me, but the formula and etc. cost him $10.56. Yep, the Air Force/Army socialized medicine, well Mommy and well Baby clinic and all the screaming alone and delivering my baby in the hallway, the all those cushy amenities and my helping them with the laundry and dining arrangements only cost $10.56 and I had to stay an extra day because the Jack ass from Canyon Texas couldn't pay to get me out.
BTW, I married him because my parents were so afraid of what everyone would think of them, me, them mostly if I had a child out of wedlock (folks, this was the early 70's).
And you know what I got to bring home with me when I got out of the hospital.?....my baby. That's it, Todo. Well except the story of a lifetime.
|The Jack Ass family just before we said ado. (Don't I look thrilled?)|
And before any of you get the idea that Sweet Man and the Jack Ass are one in the same....uh no. I married Mr. Canyon Texas because I was one of those silly girls who took a trip to the back seat and came home with more than had bargained for. He and I were married for 13 months. He never paid one penny of child support. He saw Shelley about 4 times after we divorced and then not again until she graduated from high school. She asked if I would call him for her and ask him to come. I did. Then she saw him a couple of times while she was in college and then the last time she saw him was at his funeral. He was out waterskiing with a girl half his age, got drunk, and fell and broke his crown and they had not vinegar or brown paper to fix him. He died the way he lived his life........messy and self centered.
But like so many tales of woe....it isn't. I made a huge mess of lemonade from my life lemons, and stomped those sour grapes into wine not whine and refound my soulmate, have been married to the bestest man in the world for 39 years, have a lovely daughter who is kind, caring and loving and has given me two adorable grands who keep me on my toes. I am a lucky lady.........and I have a great background for my self portrait.
|The helmet hair cuties who lived happily ever after|
And as of today there are 26 days until CELEBRATE OZ.