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The Birthing Mishap

The Birthing Mishap

As Hazel Ruth Boswell Foxx sat chatting on the front porch in an antique rocker, my mom did not feel well the last day of her pregnancy. She told her best friend, Bennette; if I do not have this baby soon, I’ll just die. Bennette told her she was sorry she felt badly but she was leaving and maybe mom should go in the house and lie down. Hazel took her friend’s advice.
As Hazel lay there, Ruth and George who were only three and four kept playing nearby. Portia who was seven sat in a corner reading a book. Sharp pains began to collide with the internal walls of her stomach consecutively to the point Hazel could no longer bare it. She asks Ruth and George to go quickly to Mrs. Sweeznet and ask her to call Doctor Townsend. They did not have a telephone in the house. Whenever there was a need for a telephone, they used the one in the church where Rev. Foxx pastored.
Dr. Townsend came and immediately recognized she was in labor. The doctor tried and tried to assist with the birthing to no avail. Dr. Townsend commanded Mrs. Sweeznet call an ambulance. He needed the facilities at a hospital to successfully assist the patient.
Hazel was rushed to the hospital in Gadsden, Alabama. A Catholic Hospital called Mercy Hospital was the only hospital in town at that time.
Upon reaching there and getting everything needed, Hazel still could not give birth. Her water had broken at the house and she had no more water to assist her. The only thing Dr. Townsend knew to do was call the Priest to offer Last Rites. The priest was called and Last Rites began to be administered.
The head doctors passed by and asked what were they doing. Dr. Townsend explained they were giving the patient Last Rites because she could not give a vaginal birth. She needed a surgeon and he was only a family practitioner. Even had he been a surgeon the only part completed for surgery was the wing for White Women. The doctor ordered them to stop and prep the patient for surgery. The Priest protested. The doctor simply replied: Don’t worry. I’m doing the surgery! Hazel was hurled into surgery and the doctor immediately brought out a beautiful baby girl (me). First he kissed the baby, and then he paraphrased the song Dixie. “In Dixie Land where she was born. Early on one Wednesday Morn, look away, look away, and look away to Dixieland.” A Black baby girl had christened the new wing of Mercy Hospital. Then he sowed my Mom up flawlessly. Afterwards, everyone waited for three days for my mom to wake up. After surgery, the head doctor confessed that was his first solo caesarean delivery he had ever done. He assisted other doctors in other countries, but he always wondered could he preform a caesarean alone. If she did not make it, what was the difference? She certainly was destined to die if Dr. Townsend had proceeded. The only problem she now had was with my name. My Mom said he did such a magnificent job until doctors years later could not tell she had surgery.
The only problem had been with my name. While she was in the comma. My father named me Carrie, after his sister. My Mom wanted me named Bennette, after her friend. A compromised was made. Carrie was left on the birth certificate and Bennette was added. I was then Carrie Bennette Foxx.
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