I don’t remember my birth but I have a strong idea of how it likely occurred. My mother was 18. She thought she had cancer the first few months of her pregnancy. She was married at 16 and my daddy was a womanizing, under employed red neck with a grandiose view of himself. He spent most days at the pool hall and nights at the bar. My mother had not learned to drive, and had no work experience to mention so she stayed home and read books. She read thousands of books. I imagine she read books to me while I was still in the womb. I am sure this is why I love to write. It is likely that my daddy wasn’t around when my mamma went in to labor. My aunt probably drove us the the hospital. Well, it wasn’t really a hospital like you might imagine. It was more of a large house with a couple bedrooms made in to 2 person rooms. The Dr. lived upstairs with his wife and child. His wife happened to also be his nurse. I do not think she was actually a nurse but she had, had enough experience assisting her husband to work in that capacity. I imagine the house being one of those antebellum homes you see scattered around the south with the high ceilings and dark wood floors.
What I Know
I know I was born at 3:34pm. I weighed in at around 5 lbs. There were more than 20 people present at the house when I was born. My daddy came in after I was already named. He wanted to name me Jessica Lynn so that I would have his initials but my mother had already named me something that was more literary. My name is Andrea. That is about all I know as fact.
I believe that when we left the hospital we returned to the dairy farm where we lived. My father had been employed to operate this farm and although he collected the pay check it was my mother who was up before dawn milking cows and caring for the necessary duties of the farm. My daddy was usually no where to be found. This did not change upon our return from the hospital. My mother slung me across her back in a sheet that she had fashioned in to a sort of sling. I went with her to perform all of her duties and we would stop along the way periodically so that I might get fed or a diaper change. We were usually back home just after dark and mamma began cooking supper and readying me for bed. This was the routine for my first couple of years. Although I do not remember this, I can smell a dairy farm from 2 miles away to this day.