Doing it hurt me quite a bit; I felt like there was no place anywhere on me from my shoulders down that wasn’t beat up. I had been in surgery for four hours and had had two blood transfusions. I guess I had something called an ectopic pregnancy, where the baby is in your tubes and not your uterus where it belongs, so all that pain I had, the pain my Mama and I and even Doc Miller thought was from constipation, was the baby getting too big for my poor tubes and getting ready to explode or something. Doc Miller says I was real lucky, and would be able to have as many more babies as I wanted. He was the first one who made me roll over and face away. You can’t do that kind of thing with Jessie though, she just stepped around to my other side. She did this two more times until the pain from moving around was making me cry and I begged her to stop it. “Please Jess, just go on home; I don’t feel like talking now.” Jessie ignored me, of course. She just sat down beside me and took my hand and said if I didn’t want to talk, that was fine; she would talk and I could lie there and push my morphine pump.
