Randy had decided to have a party at there apartment, telling Kym It would be good for her to see friends and that it would be fun. He invited numerous people, not a one of which Kym knew. There was drinking, smoking and loud music. Kym was not happy, but Randy didn't care, he was drinking and smoking pot having himself a great ol' time. Finally Kym had enough and went to bed. Around midnight she woke up to some pain in her stomach and got out of bed when her water broke. She made her way into the front of the apartment where Randy was still partying it up with the remaining few people who hadn't left or passed out. She told him she was in labor and needed to go to the hospital, he told her to go back to bed and they would deal with it in the morning. Kym couldn't call anyone because they didn't have a phone. Frustrated, pissed off and in pain she started throwing beer bottles at Randy's head. She was able to get to a neighbors apartment and call Randy's grandma (my grams) So she could get to the hospital. My grams and pop came to get Kym and knocked Randy upside the head for being an ass and took them to the hospital.
When Kym finally got to the hospital she found out her regular doctor wasn't able to be reached so the doctor on call would be delivering me. They took her back to her room and was getting her all set up when the on call doctor came into the room. He walked in took her chart, read over It and then just stood there for a moment and walked back out not saying a word. About 10 min later he came back in to the room as Kym was having a contraction and the first thing he said to her was "if you can't handle the pain you shouldn't be having a baby, this is why you should have kept your legs closed." The doctor then decided this was a good time to check her progression and while he was seeing how far she was into labor she kicked him......In the face, this apparently pissed him off.
It was determined that I was breach, the nurse asked the doctor if she should start getting Kym prepped for a c-section and he said no, he was going to try and manually turn me. The nurse urged him not to but be did anyhow......5 times, the nurse had to threaten him with the hospital bored as he was trying for #6. Finally Kym was taken in for a c-section and I was born 6lbs 1oz ,22" long at 12 min after midnight on January 25th 1982.
5 days later we were homeward bound. Randy and Kym walked into an apartment full of everything you would need for baby, all thanks to grams and pop. My grams told Kym and Randy she would be coming over during the day to help out with me. Randy took this as an opportunity to just not come home for two or three days at a time. My grams not only helped during the day but ended up sleeping on the couch to get up with me during the night because Kym was either tired or in pain, Kym didn't actually hold me for longer than a few minutes till I was almost three weeks old. When Kym doctor gave her the green light grams went back home at night but was still coming over during the day.
Grams walked in the apartment one morning to hear Kym talking to someone in the bedroom, she over heard Kym telling this person that she was dead, that she felt dead inside and was just going through the motions and doing just enough to make sure I stayed alive. Then another voice said well just go leave her somewhere, you don't need to be dragged down by the little brat, you didn't ask for this. Grams burst into the room and there was Kym sitting on her bed talking with her best friend and there I was in nothing but a diaper freezing cold and soiled...had been for some time. Grams ripped into Kym and threw the bestie out of the apartment.
Kym started to do better and told grams she didn't need to come over as often. Grams still made surprise pop in visits and I was always being taken care of the right way.
When I was about 6 weeks old Randy came home around 1am after a night of drinking and was ranting about something. When Kym jumped out of bed to tell him to shut up he got more upset and started crying and locked himself in the bathroom. He started screaming that he was going to kill himself. Kym tried to get into the bathroom but he had locked the door. Kym ran to the neighbors and called 911. The police kicked the bathroom door open and found Randy laying in blood. He had slit his wrists, it looked as if he had flung his arms around because there was blood all over the walls and ceiling. He was taken to the hospital via ambulance and was put into the psych ward after he was stabilized, Kym was told that not only was his blood alcohol level high but a tox screen also found marijuana and cocaine in his system.
Kym was staying with her parents while Randy was in the hospital, the day before he was to be released grams and pop went to the apartment to get some things for Randy to come home in. When they got to the apartment they found an eviction notice on the door. They took action and moved Randy and Kym in with them.....In a one bedroom mobile home in a senior park.
When Randy was released the family had an intervention and Randy agreed to go to rehab. After the 90 days he didn't come home to the little one bedroom mobile home, my pop had gone out and bought a house, he wanted me to have a real home to grow up in and wanted to help my parents. There was an apartment on the back of the house for my parents, grams and pop told them it was a fresh start and they should make the most of it. Things were ideal for a few months, Kym and Randy got along well and took care of me, we were an actual family.
Then things changed..........
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