The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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I chose this memory because it always makes me laugh. Also it shows my mother's incredible strength. I chose the photo because it is me, my mom (standing back left). my grandma (standing back right), and my great grandma (holding me). Four generations of strong women.

It was around 7 am on a calm, beautiful Spring day in March. Johnna slumbered peacefully in her bed with her husband Joe snoring gently beside her. Until she was awoken by a blinding pain in her stomach, of course. It rippled through her like sharp pinching fire. Luckily for Johnna this was not an altogether foreign pain.

“Joe! Joe wake up. The baby!” She cried wildly smacking at the other side of the bed hoping to wake her catatonic husband.

“What? What baby?” He groggily asked slowly coming to consciousness.

Our baby! It’s here!” Another wave of pain rushed through her and Johnna, a usually very well-tempered and modest lady, let out a curse. Joe repeated her statement in shock as the sleepiness officially drained from his body. He was up like a rocket ready to go. As Joe was running around the room like a recently decapitated chicken, Johnna couldn’t help but chuckle a little. He was not good at this the first time, and it doesn’t look like the second will be any different. Eventually, the couple managed to make it to the car, and off they went to the hospital.

“Okay your mom is going to meet us there and take Georgia.” Joe says after hanging up his phone. He glances in the review mirror at his sleepy daughter in the back seat, and then at his wife. “Let’s try not to make this one last quite as long as last time, huh?”

“Yeah, I’m doing natural birth again so I’m shooting for less than 18 hours this time.” Johnna laughs.

“Plus, March Madness starts today. Duke plays at noon, and I really want to watch that game. How about we shoot for that?” He jokes to his wife trying to keep her distracted and in a good mood as another contraction takes its toll on her.

“Oh, just four hours? No problem I’ll get right on that.” She says through grimaced teeth but with a hint of smile. Finally, they reach the hospital. Joe practically carries his wife into the maternity ward. A nurse takes Georgia’s hand to wait with her, and Joe races to catch up to the nurses wheeling Johnna away. Johnna’s emotions are swirling through her at top speed. Fear and exhilaration battle inside her as she is rushed into the delivery room. Just like that its over. By 11:34 am Kayla is born. By 11:55 Kayla is washed, wrapped, and placed in Johnna’s arms. As the Duke game tips off at exactly 12 pm noon, Johnna, Joe, and Kayla are all soundly asleep from the excitement of the day.

Beating the Buzzer

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1997
Lancaster, PA

I chose this memory because it always makes me laugh. Also it shows my mother's incredible strength. I chose the photo because it is me, my mom (standing back left). my grandma (standing back right), and my great grandma (holding me). Four generations of strong women.

Tags: Family, birthday
Decade: 1990s
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Recorded by Kayla Cleary on December 9, 2019
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