December 1, 1945
My Own Hal,
Darling, how I wish you might be with me today. I am feeling much better and I felt you would be encouraged if I were well enough to write you myself. Our son is doing nicely. I think I wrote you that I was not allowed to nurse this one. I wanted to do it but the doctors seem to think that maybe helped to make Sam so allergic so we are going to try to raise this one on a bottle. The doctor is giving me something to dry up my milk and in a day or so I won’t be so uncomfortable I hope.
The hospital is terribly crowded now. Every bed in the maternity ward is taken. I could not get a private room but was lucky enough to get in a semi-private one and did not have to go on the ward. The other girl in the room goes home today. She has a little girl and she wanted a boy very badly.
Mrs. Radar could not come by to be my special nurse as she was on another case and I thought I wouldn’t need her until the 10th of December. She tried every where to get me a nurse but there just wasn’t one to be had. I have plenty done for me so you just must not worry about me. The nurses are just as kind as they can be. They are horribly rushed of course but that can’t be helped.
I came to the hospital about six o’clock in Thursday morning and I began my pacing up and down. The pains were regular but not hard until 11:30. The baby was born at 2:15. He weighed 6 lbs 15 oz. He is not a pretty baby like Sam was but of course he looked beautiful to his mother and he would to his Daddy too if you could only see him.
Peggy had Hamerick send me some beautiful red roses in your name and
I am enjoying them very much. They are like the ones you sent me last year when
we were in
I’m a little tired now so I must stop for this time.
All my love,
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