The third trimester
Except for it's extended length, the first pregnancy had gone smoothly and easily. Which I was grateful for, being so very far from home. When I went past the 9th month, there were some early comments about my making a mistake on the date of my missed period. But, their own records showed the heartbeat and quickening, etc. were on line with my dates. That pregnancy lasted 11 months. And gave me a big, long baby.
This time my doctor promised I'd feel spoiled after that experience. Unlike the army/airforce, he believed in inducing labor when indicated. I was relaxed and happy throughout this second pregnancy. W and I had tried for almost three years to get pregnant. The house was finished (except for the baby's room) and we were settled in. It all seemed to be falling into place.
Then with just over a month still to wait, I woke up one morning and opened my eyes to blurred, dark, blindness. Nothing from one eye and dark shadows from the other. Suddenly and without any warning. I was terrified. And, for the first time my second husband gave me an indication of what lie ahead. He phoned his Mother and left J T and I alone to go off to work before she could get to me. He felt his duty was in providing income over the support I needed. He left that up to Ruth, his Mother.
She was there quickly. School was almost over and she got J T ready and sent him off on his bus. Before the bus had even arrived, she'd phoned my eye Doctor and he told her to bring me in before he would have even normally opened the office. He was wonderful. He'd been the one to convince me to quit the secretarial work when my vision deteriorated too quickly. He'd put me in contacs and wanted to make sure there was no infection or problem with them. He found the problem with the vitreous and the scar tissue, but told us he didn't understand it. He made a phone call and asked Ruth to take me to the surgeon right away. The rest of this story was posted back on March 18. 06, and you can find it in my archive.
Ruth helped me get through it all. But, we never talked about her sons actions. I made up my mind to be glad he considered it important to be at work every day. I could accept that he wasn't comfortable with "female problems and emotions." After all, my own Father took care of Mom, but he wasn't always patient when she wanted comfort. (But, he WAS there) Mom didn't have the support of her own Mother, but I had two wonderful Mothers to talk to and lean on.
Gradually my vision returned to it's normal bad shape and two eye Doctors were seeing me regularly throughout that last month of pregnancy. There wasn't anything they could do, but just having them check on me every few days was a big help. Even if some of their interest might have been due to the uniqueness of this strange condition.
The gynecologist kept his promise to spoil me. He saw me twice the last week before my due date. But he didn't have to induce labor. This baby actually arrived on the due date. Right on time.
This time my doctor promised I'd feel spoiled after that experience. Unlike the army/airforce, he believed in inducing labor when indicated. I was relaxed and happy throughout this second pregnancy. W and I had tried for almost three years to get pregnant. The house was finished (except for the baby's room) and we were settled in. It all seemed to be falling into place.
Then with just over a month still to wait, I woke up one morning and opened my eyes to blurred, dark, blindness. Nothing from one eye and dark shadows from the other. Suddenly and without any warning. I was terrified. And, for the first time my second husband gave me an indication of what lie ahead. He phoned his Mother and left J T and I alone to go off to work before she could get to me. He felt his duty was in providing income over the support I needed. He left that up to Ruth, his Mother.
She was there quickly. School was almost over and she got J T ready and sent him off on his bus. Before the bus had even arrived, she'd phoned my eye Doctor and he told her to bring me in before he would have even normally opened the office. He was wonderful. He'd been the one to convince me to quit the secretarial work when my vision deteriorated too quickly. He'd put me in contacs and wanted to make sure there was no infection or problem with them. He found the problem with the vitreous and the scar tissue, but told us he didn't understand it. He made a phone call and asked Ruth to take me to the surgeon right away. The rest of this story was posted back on March 18. 06, and you can find it in my archive.
Ruth helped me get through it all. But, we never talked about her sons actions. I made up my mind to be glad he considered it important to be at work every day. I could accept that he wasn't comfortable with "female problems and emotions." After all, my own Father took care of Mom, but he wasn't always patient when she wanted comfort. (But, he WAS there) Mom didn't have the support of her own Mother, but I had two wonderful Mothers to talk to and lean on.
Gradually my vision returned to it's normal bad shape and two eye Doctors were seeing me regularly throughout that last month of pregnancy. There wasn't anything they could do, but just having them check on me every few days was a big help. Even if some of their interest might have been due to the uniqueness of this strange condition.
The gynecologist kept his promise to spoil me. He saw me twice the last week before my due date. But he didn't have to induce labor. This baby actually arrived on the due date. Right on time.
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