Difficulties in Childbirth

Difficulties in Childbirth

I am the only child of an only child.

I know of several reasons why I have no siblings. I know my father, after his experiences during WWII, decided not to bring any children into a world which could create such misery and destruction. Before he agreed to marry her, he forced my mother to promise not to have children. I know that promise devastated her as all she had ever wanted was to be married and have a large family of her own.

Despite using methods of contraception – I have discovered several book titles on the rhythm method jotted down by my father – my mother became pregnant more than once. She once told me she had a tipped womb which created problems for her, and she had had five miscarriages before she finally carried me to term. She wrote about one of the miscarriages in a letter addressed to my father. Before he died, I asked my father about the miscarriages and he told me she had had none.

What I do know is that my mother had been in labour with me for 48 hours before the doctors decided to perform a Caesarean. I also know they took my father aside and asked him which of us he wanted saved.

So, I can safely assume that the combination of my father’s hope never to procreate and my mother’s tragic track record of pregnancies and miscarriages, combined to ensure that I was the only mistake they had. But I’ve often wondered why my mother was also an only child.

In all of the documents, letters and photographs I have yet to sort out, are two letters. One from my maternal grandfather to my grandmother and one from my grandmother to my grandfather. Yesterday I received the translation of this second letter. It was written in Russian, their native language, two days before my mother was born. This is the opening line:

My precious love and happiness, my Pavlik, if, God forbid, I were to die now, I want to tell you once more that you are everything to me, that I have loved only you and have lived only for you and by you.

The letter continues in the same vein and, after my grandmother’s signature, she has written three words: Love our baby.

What can be assumed from this heart rending letter? I can only think that my grandmother knew she would have difficulty giving birth. Perhaps her doctor had already told her she might die during the process. Whatever the reason, my grandmother felt the need to reiterate her love for my grandfather and, with those three last words, begged him to accept their child no matter what.

It is possible that, whatever happened during the birth of my mother, meant my grandmother could not have any more children. Or maybe she was so traumatised by her experience, she decided not to try again. I will probably never know.

The photographs above show, from left to right, my grandmother with my mother; my mother with me; and my grandmother with me. The first photo is the earliest one I can find of my grandmother and my mother; on the back my mother has written that she was two at the time. The other two photos were taken the year I was born, probably within a few months of my birth.

Alex

Alex de Fircks is a writer of memoir and short fiction. She blogs about family, moments in time, memories and travel. Alex is passionate about history, genealogy and family stories.

This Post Has 4 Comments

  1. Carol Simpson

    It’s hard to put ourselves in other
    people’s shoes, so to speak.
    I can’t begin to imagine the horror
    your father must have gone
    through when he was a POW. It
    obviously followed him
    throughout his life, and affected
    you, and your Mum, as well. No
    doubt, there was famine, too.
    I am so thankful, after much
    heartache and loss, your Mum
    was able to have you! You are
    truly a blessing, and I’m so glad to
    call you my friend!

    1. Alex

      Carol, I’m blessed to have you as a friend! I’m so glad we met each other xo

  2. Julia Baker

    Having children was such a
    different time, where maternal
    mortality rates were higher.
    Nowadays we are lucky to have
    access to good mental health
    support, and obviously care and
    medicine have advanced since
    then.

    Thanks for sharing.

    1. Alex

      Very true! Thank you for reading.

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