Back in the olden days of obstetrics doctors figured once you've had a C-section you would always have one. Also back in the day, we good little mothers didn't question our doctors. And so it was that on May 10, 1973, I stopped by my Weight Watchers meeting on my way to the hospital, where I was admitted and scheduled for surgery the next morning.
The nice thing about a planned C-section is you can have your bags packed and your legs shaved before you head for the hospital. Then again, C-sections are major surgeries and the recovery was a lot longer. I was in the hospital for eight days – can you believe it? Who stays in the hospital for eight days for a C-section in the 21st century? My son was there an additional day because he had jaundice; he spent most of his nursery time under a bilirubin light.
Another thing doctors did back in the day was encourage their patients to lose weight during a pregnancy, if the patient was overweight to begin with. Which I was. When I learned I was pregnant, I went straight to a Weight Watcher meeting from the doctor's office, permission slip in hand. I stuck to the program the entire time I was carrying my son, never missed a meeting, gained one-half of one pound (Dr. Goodwin was so proud!) and lost 18 pounds the following week.
Eventually I became a Weight Watcher leader. Hard to believe when I look at the scale now.
And it's also hard to believe I have a son whose next birthday will begin with the number "4"! I'm very proud of him. He's a good dad and husband and works in a field that suits his talents and temperament perfectly.
And considering the poor mothering he received from me, he still speaks to me! Willingly! For that, I'm eternally grateful.