More good times :)

Back to writing on my assignment for my MamaKat and Master Wolf :)


I'm writing another good memory of my Dad......This is going to be about the birth of my second son T.J (Tommy Joseph).....I remember this like it was yesterday. He was born on Thursday September 14 at exactly 11:45 pm......That morning I started labor, nothing major just a little bit of cramping so I proceeded to do my daily routine. I wasn't working at the time so I went to see my dad because I was staying at my mother's house for the time being until T.J. was born. My Dad literally freaked out because I was running around instead of going to the hospital as soon as labor started. I didn't want to go to early and be turned away.  I decided to see him and go shopping to kick the labor in even more. I remember after leaving his house around 2 or 3 in the afternoon him calling me and cursing me out telling me to either go back to my mom's or to the hospital.  He was more nervous than I was and so was my mother.

I ofcourse went to my mom's house and settled in until I was ready to go.  I think I laughed the entire time I was in labor because laughter always makes things easier when you are in pain and can laugh. Eventually that evening I called my Doc because my contractions were only 6 minutes apart and very painful . My Doc told me to go ahead and go to the hospital. I swear I had some Jerry Springer shit during this birth. I had my pregnant best friend with me, my mother and her new husband, my dad and his new girlfriend all go to the hospital with me. I got to the hospital just in time to deliver T.J.  I remember the nurses telling everyone to get out of my room except for the 2 people of  my choice. I chose my mom and my dad because they were with me when I had my first son Lonnie, however, they didn't get to see his birth. My dad never seen the birth of any of his children and he got to see his grandson come into this world.  He stood at the head of the bed because he couldn't handle standing anywhere else. The man still turned white as a ghost and literally passed out. Luckily there was a nurse behind him to catch him so he didn't hit the floor. I'm in full labor and laughing the entire time just watching him. It was amazing having both of my parents share that moment with me especially my dad.because T.J. is named after him.  This is one of my greatest and most precious memories of my father and it's something that I myself can always smile about and so can my son T. J. . ......My dad was never really good at holding little tiny newborns so watching him take T.J. in his arms so naturally was a beautiful sight..........


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