my husband, Ron, with Josh
I was 9 + months pregnant (about 2 weeks past my due date) during TMI. We had to make decisions whether we would leave and probably deliver our baby somewhere else and with an unknown doctor or stay and face possible evacuation during an emergency. I had visions of being stuck in a massive traffic jam and delivering in the back seat of our car or on the side of the road.
Our choice was to stay with the doctors we were familiar with.
I had no idea if I would deliver my baby or if we would all perish in a nuclear explosion.
I started labor on Sunday, April 1, 1979 late in the evening. There was a cold rain as we drove to Holy Spirit Hospital in Camp Hill. The hospital had been evacuated except for a skeleton staff, mostly in the obstetrics ward. In fact there were only 14 pregnant women in the entire hospital that night and the next day. I was one of the first and got a labor room but many were in the waiting room.
me with Josh
After several tests, it was determined that I needed a Caesarean section. Good thing we didn’t have to evacuate.
I remembered waiting for an available operating room and listening to the radio on the PA system giving updates. I had no idea if I would deliver my baby or if we would all perish in a nuclear explosion. The last thing I heard before entering the operating room was “the bubble has dissipated.” My husband and I felt a sigh of relief.
I delivered my baby in the morning of April 2, 1979. He was a healthy baby boy.
Donna