Getting to the point of birth is called “maternity” and it’s not quite as important as birth and everything that comes after that. But it’s important nonetheless.
This major category includes the following subcategories. I’ve commented on the subcategories I’ve had some kind of experience with, which is probably less than I can remember.
My older son is my adopted stepson. He wasn’t a baby at the time. Without looking at the adoption papers (which are in the Philippines while I’m in the United States), I know I did it sometime between 1988 and 1992 while I was stationed with the Marine Corps at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina.
Adoptions outside the military are expensive. With the legal services provided within the military, they’re relatively inexpensive.
I was there when my younger son, Jon, was born (and he’s now 35). In fact, other than the doctor, I was the first person to hold him. I was tasked with carrying him from the delivery room to the nursery. It was the scariest minute of my life - that’s how long it took me to hand him to the nurse in the nursery. I was so afraid I would drop him. I can be pretty clumsy at times.
My wife, Josie, couldn’t breastfeed and had to use formula. Our younger daughter-in-law, Cathy, can barely breastfeed our youngest grandson, Ezra. Josie and Cathy are both Filipino and small in stature. They were both underweight before pregnancy.
Many large families have a set of twins. My parents’ family was 11 in all, and there was one set of twins. My parent-in-laws’ family was 13 in all and there were no twins.
My adopted, older son was born in Olongapo in the Philippines, a little over two and a half years before I met Josie, so I can’t say anything about either the maternity or the birth. Jon was born in Yuma, Arizona.
Other than some specified vitamins and minerals, Josie didn’t have much to do with anything prenatal in nature. Her pregnancy was uneventful until she was two weeks past her due date. Her labor was induced and Jon took nine hours to make his appearance in the world. I don’t remember a lot of what happened in his first few years of life because I was working far more hours than I should have been working.
Josie and I ended up living with Jon and Cathy far longer than anticipated. We’ve been with them since before our daughter-in-law became pregnant and now Ezra is seven months old. The pandemic is what’s keeping us here.