First, life and death lays in childbearing, some hard choices must be decided. Secondly, I thought about how disappointed I had been all through this pregnancy had even contemplating ending the pregnancy. Now, right now his life or my life stands in the ballot. It was at this time I thought I should have been grateful. I knew this marriage was coming to an end and I didn’t want to bring another child into the mix. I guess I felt like I was between a rock and hard place. It was the spring of 1991 around 7:00 am and I woke up to discomfort. I told my then husband I don’t feel right, let’s go to the hospital.
Once there, of course, vitals are checked, then told I was in labor, however, I had not dilated enough. Mrs. Lane you need to start walking around in the hallway (I thank God I was not sent home). As I begin to walk pain I mean excruciating pain, pain that I didn’t experience with my other two children. My ex then told the nurse. I was hooked on a monitor for a while then I was told to walk again in the hallway. I tried to do what I was asked but again intense pain engulfed me. This time I cried no; no, it hurts so bad. Again, he went to the nurses’ station this time his tone was not as nice “something is wrong with her” immediately a monitor was placed over my stomach; blood pressure machine wrapped around my arm. As I lay in bed, I was closelyevaluated. One nurse left and when she returned, she was accompanied by a doctor. The doctor examined me and looked closely at the readings then told me and my ex what was going to happen. The baby is in distress and the heartbeat continues to decline as you walk, we will have to deliver by cesarean. No, I protested but due to the nature of my condition this was the only way. My ex was called outside of the room and given some papers to sign. The papers consist of content detailing if the surgery would go array. He came back into the room with a stare of fright in his eyes and told me what was proposed then asked what I should do. He was told that they would save the baby at all costs. I said so to hell with me just sign the documents. The preparation was done and at 11:45 am he was cut out of me; 7 lbs. and 15 ounces. This curly head handsome little boy. Looking at him and knowing that he was healthy I could’ve prayed for anything more what I dealt with early on in the pregnancy didn’t compare to my emotions at the time when I first saw.