I am the youngest in my family, a girl with 4 older brothers. My youngest brother was a premature birth and died before birth, which left 11 years between myself, and my next youngest brother. When I came along I was a surprise to my mom and dad. Mom had not planed on having any more children, and had given away all the baby things. And then to top it off I was a girl. So I ended up getting new girl things.
In those days you could not tell what the baby was going to be. So when I was born Dr. Smith said to mom "You finally got what you wanted!". Dad had been at the hospital for a while, and because he had been at work, he was very tired. The Dr. said I wouldn't be coming til morning, and for him to go home. (fathers were not aloud in the delivery room at that time). He had just gotten to sleep at home, when word came that I had arrived, he had to get up go back to the hospital.
I don't know how long Mom stayed in the hospital, at least a week, as that was a length of time given to mother when I was around 5-7years old. When I had my own children the hospital stay was about 3 days. Now its one day or in and out within 24 hrs.
I don't remember a lot about those infant years.
We lived in a home in Provo Utah, that my Father had built. My brothers, Bob, Ivan, Verl all had bedrooms downstairs, and I am told they had made a darkroom under the stairway, to do photography. Mom and Dad slept up stairs, and I slept on a coutch in the front room. I remember sitting in the doorway of the front room, watching it rain, when a bright lightening bolt struck the power pole across the street, and a big fireball rolled down the wires away from our house.
We lived in this home in Provo, until about the middle of my Kindergarten year of school. Then Mom and Dad bought a brand new home in Orem Utah. I lived there until I was married in 1965.
In those days you could not tell what the baby was going to be. So when I was born Dr. Smith said to mom "You finally got what you wanted!". Dad had been at the hospital for a while, and because he had been at work, he was very tired. The Dr. said I wouldn't be coming til morning, and for him to go home. (fathers were not aloud in the delivery room at that time). He had just gotten to sleep at home, when word came that I had arrived, he had to get up go back to the hospital.
I don't know how long Mom stayed in the hospital, at least a week, as that was a length of time given to mother when I was around 5-7years old. When I had my own children the hospital stay was about 3 days. Now its one day or in and out within 24 hrs.
I don't remember a lot about those infant years.
We lived in a home in Provo Utah, that my Father had built. My brothers, Bob, Ivan, Verl all had bedrooms downstairs, and I am told they had made a darkroom under the stairway, to do photography. Mom and Dad slept up stairs, and I slept on a coutch in the front room. I remember sitting in the doorway of the front room, watching it rain, when a bright lightening bolt struck the power pole across the street, and a big fireball rolled down the wires away from our house.
We lived in this home in Provo, until about the middle of my Kindergarten year of school. Then Mom and Dad bought a brand new home in Orem Utah. I lived there until I was married in 1965.
I was born April 12, 1944 at Utah Valley Hospital in Provo Utah. I was the only one out of my siblings that was born in a Hospital.
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