When I was somewhere around 3 or 4, my mom suffered an ectopic pregnancy. The doctors told my mom that it would be very unlikely that she would ever get pregnant after that. I don't know what Mom's reaction to that was, though my Mom was a very accepting person. I'm pretty sure that she just accepted that and went on. She never talked about wanting more children, I think she was perfectly fine with having only one child, after all she came from a family of 11 children! Being able to pour all her love and attention on just one child might have been wonderful to her.
I wouldn't say that I was spoiled, exactly. We didn't have the money for me to be too spoiled! Mom was a strong disciplinarian and a very down-to-earth woman. Nonetheless I never wanted for anything important. My mom and I were very close and we enjoyed each other's company.. She was a great mom and for most of my childhood I had her all to myself. My dad was in the restaurant business and he worked afternoons to closing around 10 pm. So mom and I did things together.
I do remember mentioning several times that I wanted a little brother or sister, but Mom always made it pretty clear that there wouldn't be either one. That was disappointing to me. Like most only children I wanted somebody to play with, and a built-in playmate/friend/sibling would have been just the thing, but somewhere along the way I gave up the idea and stopped asking for a baby sister or brother.
Then came 1958. I turned 12 in 1958. I was almost a teenager! I got a bit taller that year. My hair was cut fairly short and it was up to me to keep it nice. I had a poodle skirt and crinolines and I could finally wear shoes without socks! I had my first real crush. I was going into 7th grade and 1958 was the year rock 'n roll burst into my life (and everyone else's too!) Bill Haley and the Comets', "Rock Around the Clock" was a huge hit and I remember being at my first "dance" and dancing to that song about 15 times. It was a great song, it had a great beat and you could dance to it! I gave it a high mark!
I was almost a grown up! I was thinking about boys, and fashion, and music, and boys, and girlfriends, and boys and did I mention....boys??!!
And then Mom had news!
A baby was coming!!! Really, after all those years! Our very own baby! A little brother or a "Little Sister" I was thrilled. I guess part of me had never given up hoping! Wow! I was still young enough to get excited and not be embarrassed that my mother was......GASP!.....PREGNANT! My Dad was thrilled, my Mom was thrilled, our friends were thrilled. My grandparents were thrilled. My mom's sisters and brothers were thrilled. But I was the most excited of all! It was wonderful news. I could hardly wait!
Mom had no big problems with the pregnancy (at least none that I knew about.) She was active and energetic and as long as she got a little nap in the afternoon, she was in a great mood. We talked about possible names for the baby. Mom and I decided on a boy's name and a girl's name. (I'm sure Dad had an opinion too, but I didn't see him very much because of his work hours).
Nobody expressed a preference for a boy or girl, we just wanted healthy! Still deep in my heart of hearts, I wanted a sister....a sweet, cute, "Little Sister" who would be my best friend forever! I didn't think August was ever going to come!
More to come....