I was born in 1970 to a failing marriage. Why do people think that children will bring them closer together? I believe that children can drive a big huge wedge in a relationship that is already cracked. I know my birth did nothing to salvage an already broken couple.
I was born Uncle Fester from The Addams Family. Picture him a little thinner, but pasty and dark circled and bald just like always. I know, “all babies are cute” is one popular maxim, but I was a seriously unattractive infant. I didn’t even look as good as Winston Churchill. But I am sure my parents loved me regardless.
I know my mother had problems with me as a baby. I didn’t nurse properly, so she had to bind her breasts when the milk was causing swelling and infection. Back then, I guess doctors didn’t do as much for you as they try to now. I was allergic to several formulass and my parents had to go through a bunch of aggravation to find something to feed me.
Added to the fact that my birth was weird anyway and I am not sure the parent-child relationship was being all that it could be. My mother’s first birth was in 1967. She was a tiny little woman. Thin beyond reason. She bore my brother in an Army hospital. I guess they treated the patients like soldiers. She was put in a room by herself and only checked on a few times. They administered a type of anesthesia called a saddle block, but it didn’t take properly and she had a lot of pain and a tremendous headache. Then the baby came. He weighed 9lbs and 15 ozs. Did I mention she was small? It was traumatic. So, when I was born, she asked them to put her to sleep. They did. She had no idea I was even here for hours. *shrug* I guess it’s hard to hold your baby when you are unconscious.
Being asleep, she was unable to push when the time came. The doctors had to use forceps. I was bruised and had dark circles under my eyes. I was long and skinny. My mother had such a big baby the first time, they put her on a strict diet with the second baby. She was only allowed to gain 18 pounds with me. I still weighed 7lbs, 8 ozs. If she had gained a proper amount of weight, I guess I would have been born a sumo wrestler.
Apparently, my brother thought I was the best thing since scrambled eggs. He played with me and loved me to bits. I guess he bonded with me pretty strongly. Probably would have turned into a great relationship.
But fate had other plans.