This is my daughter Charlotte. She is my one and only. I had a son that passed, she doesnt know about. He would have been 5 this year. I never did pregnant well. I lost 35 pounds pregnant with Charlotte. I went into being pregnant at a size 20 and came out at a size 16. I delivered her at 28 weeks, yes 12 weeks early. She was fine. I had my son at 21 weeks..not good. So i had my tubes tied, though now i wonder if it had anything to do with my weight and i wonder if things would work better now...anyhoo. God knew i was only going to have one..so hes made it quality.
I didnt know i was in labour and walked around chewin about having to go number two ...for a day and a half. Edged the front lawn with a steak knife ...chewin about needing to GO. Refused to go to the hospital as i didnt want an enema. The next morning i realized my discomfort...came and went at regular intervals. I had a bath. Thought i have a bladder infection. Went to the hospital. I had an ultra sound. The ultra sound tech ran the thingy over a spot on my lower left side andi said.."hey whats THERE? a big chunka poo?" she said ... uh no. At one point she looked right at me and said..."do you think your in labour?" ..me..no. She left, she said she had to get a Dr. to confirm her thoughts.... still didnt register man. I honestly still thought id be leaving that day. The doc came in and simply said.."uh huh". So she turned around and said "we are going to take you down the hall for an internal ultrasound"..still nothing registered...afterall im always fine. I got up to walk when she appeared with a wheel chair..i declined. She said it was policy. Man, we did MOCK 400 down the hall...she wouldnt let "dad" take the chair. So in this wee room i am ...she hands me a gown. I go into the wee bathroom to change...three seconds later she just about took the door off the hinges "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!???" Me: umm changing? I had overalls on. She backed out. SO, on the table i got...scooched down (hey doc , that word all gynecoligists and those holding speculums use.."scootch"...is NOT in the dictionary)..ultra sound thingy initiated..and there on the screen was.... a tennis ball. I asked... what is that...and i was told... its a babies head. I asked... Should that be there. Answer..at this time no. The doctor slammed the end of the table UP, and said... that will be all the standing up you do for a while. Im thinking...oh god the next three months in bed..ill die. I have to go to work in the morning.. i have a wedding party on Saturday.. Then she WHIPPED me up to the 5th floor...hey wait a mintue thats labour and delivery. Weird. We went into this totally sterile metal room...not the comfy cushioned "warm" room. There were no less than 5 doctors standing there ..each with something to poke me with. I mounted the metal table singin "i am the walrus koo koo i choo" It was then the nurses grabbed me and almost cut my clothes off..they were like machines..i was in utter shock. I heared things like..helocopter on stand by. It was a this point , I knew everything was going to be ok. It was a wave of peace. Im the respritory doctor (stab), im an intern ..im a pediatrician (stab)..im an anesthatist..im just here cuz its exciting. When they catheterized me..it dawned on me ..i wasnt leaving.
They had given me something to try and stop the labour...they said something about trying to keep me there in that position for four days. That shot didnt work..it just made it last longer..they drugged me BIGTIME. I woke up for contractions then passed back out. I was sweating , i remember being soaking wet. I remember waking up for a contraction once and seeing my ex crying..it was then i guess he begged them to save me. They showed up with epdural. The guy that put it in still had pillow creases in the side of his face. He was saying to my ex.."id have one of these int he parkinglot if it was me". After the epidural i was angry..."and we didnt do THIS earlier WHY?".. found out why. Shortly after that...my water broke..and without anyone else int he room..the baby arrived. We freaked. Nurses SWOOPED in...but for a few seconds between the first nurse and the rest of the flock...it was just me, my ex..and a very still LITTLE baby. He looked down and i looked down and he looked back at me..and said "its a cornish hen!" (he was a fine dining chef). They started the baby. And she went! They took the baby to the nursery and tended to me. It was then i realized how HIGH i was. They took me to the nursery and there she was..all hooked up on ..stuff. I was so stoned i said 'neet' and saw something run across the floor ...that wasnt there. I asked my ex if it was clean in there and they sent me to bed.
the ultra sound lady did come to see me. She apologized for walking in on me changing she thought i was on the toilet..Turns out i was so far gone by the time i got to the hospital my water sac was bulging out..im such an idiot.
Charlotte weighed two pounds..she broke every record locally. She was absolutley FINE. The chopper crew came into see her as they didnt get to take her. Everyone in the hospital came to see her. She was a star from the get go. They sent her home at 5 pounds, 6 weeks later, 6 weeks before her due date.
I often wonder if all the stuff they had to do to keep her growing has anything to do with the precocious puberty we have going on now. She has lost and replaced teeth she shouldnt have for another few years. She is head and shoulders taller than any of the other children of her age. We have had armpit hair since 5 ..and at 7 we have 'buds". The pediatrician said that if she continues to grow this fast we will have to start hormone therapy(hell NO). That if i dont, her growth can cause joint and spinal deformation. We go through spurts where she writhes in pain at night and i cant keep her fed (or clothed). In anycase shes brilliant, eloquent, fluent in french and english, read her first book at three(montesorri school), dances tap and ballet. I am so proud of her.. i KNOW i could take her to Buckingham Palace and she would not touch anything and use her manners. She is SO proud of ME. We can both fit int he bathroom. Shes my fashion consultant and she was the FIRST to point out that her arms can go all the way around now. We can both fit in her bunk bed... shes just the coolest kid ever.
Thats chuck in action after her second lesson..she had just turned 4. Ironically, there is another video on this list.."the gilchrists" turns out its my BF grandfather and aunts and uncles. We didnt know about the family tapping for about 2 months after we met.
at MissVicks request. 
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