New born 4 month old? (non-fiction)


I know I am jumping around with these stories and I am sorry, but I have to write them when my mind remembers them or I will forget again and they are coming out in no particular order. 

New Born 4 Month Old? – by Teresa Smeigh

The first 4 years of my marriage to my now ex-husband was in the Marine Corps. One of the reasons for joining was so we could have a family. We were very poor and no health insurance and we had just gotten married so the Navy didn’t want him, hence the Marine Corps. They didn’t care one way or the other. The Navy actually told us to cancel the wedding and the whole thing was set up and invitations sent out.

I was afraid he would agree at first because the Navy is where he wanted to go. Well he picked the right choice at the time and we got married. We married in July and he left in December a few days after Christmas. They let him wait til after Christmas at least.

I was alone in our tiny attic apartment and had no money except what I made working part time in Wanamakers in the new mall. I had no food so all the weight I gained after I got married came off and I started to run, well after I walked for a while. I was eventually able to run around the huge block we lived on. My parents fed me on the days I worked since I was in their area.

Finally came boot camp graduation (almost 3 months for Marines). I went to Parris Island with my mother-in-law and sister-in-law. I didn’t recognize him at first. All the guys were shaved bald and it was hard to tell them apart. We finally got together and he was surprise at my weight loss and firmed up body. I only weighed about 100 lbs when we got married and then gained a ton. I was back to my pre-marriage weight.

We lived in a trailer park during his schooling and then since he was first in his class he could choose duty stations first. We decided on North Carolina as it was on the east coast. Many of them were overseas.

We went searching for another trailer park at Cherry Point because that is where he chose. No base housing available yet. We found a rundown disgusting mobile home close to base. The disgusting part is for another story. We weren’t there long before base housing became available which is a good thing since I was pregnant by that time.

It wasn’t fancy, but it was nice enough and had 2 bedrooms and room in the kitchen for washer and dryer. The back door opened to the driveway and the front door was on a nice tree lined path for walking.

We decided to paint and I was trying, but my big belly was in the way and I painted the front of my shirt by leaning too close to the wall.

In the very first mobile home park we had gotten a black kitten. As we set the nursery up my kitten thought it would sleep in the crib. We tried to break the habit, but he continued to sleep there.

Finally it was baby time. We had friends and one of them had a 4 month old baby. They came to the hospital to visit and  brought the baby with them. We weren’t too happy about that, but at least she was sleeping.

However, she woke up and began screaming. The mother tried to shut her up, but she wouldn’t stop. Would you believe all 3 of them ran from my room and left me with the screaming baby. How was I supposed to explain my newborn looking like a 4 month old baby?? I was freaking out, but didn’t dare leave the baby alone. Everyone involved was lucky we didn’t get caught.

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4 thoughts on “New born 4 month old? (non-fiction)

    1. Tessa Post author

      Back then visitors could not bring in children. Now you can. I was waiting for the nurses to bust in wondering what I was doing to that child and it wasn’t even mine. Mine wasn’t in the room.

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