I'm a Vincie Poo

By Yvonne Ammon

Vince was born on January 6th, 1973. He died on December 2nd, 1978. In his short life, he managed to teach us, his family and friends, about unconditional love and show us how God loves us all, all the time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Palmetto Publishing Group
• Release date: Jul 6, 2020
• ISBN: 9781641119832

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CHAPTER 1

Vince is Born

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unny, the things that I remember even though it was so long ago. On January 6th, 1973, the labor pains began. I distinctly recall that I was ironing at that moment. I stopped, ran upstairs, and told Russ that it was time. Then I called Doctor Mussio, who told me to go to the hospital and he would meet us there. Our daughter, Angela, went to our friends' house, and then Russ and I were on our way! I was a little concerned, as our first child had a very short delivery time. I really didn't want to have our second child in the car or in the hospital elevator! We made it, though, to Good Samaritan Hospital in downtown Cincinnati, Ohio. The trip took 40 minutes. We got there just in time!

Our baby boy arrived at 2:27 pm. Vince weighed 5 lbs.12 oz. and was 18 ¼" long. Though some people would be concerned about the low birth weight, because it was more than what his father weighed when he was born, I did not think that it was a big deal. However, my first impression of Vince was that he looked blue. The nurse whisked him off to another table in the delivery room though, so I really did not get a good look at him. I do remember Vince starting to cry which I took as a good sign.

I was ecstatic! I never thought that I would give birth to a boy. I am the youngest of two girls, and one year after I arrived, my mother had a boy but he was stillborn. That was a great sadness for my parents. As a result, having a male child became very important in our family. By 1968, my sister and her husband had one daughter and three sons. Since I had always been viewed as the underachiever in our family, I figured that I would be that in this area as well. However, here I was with a boy!

Russ and I named our son Vincent Eugene, after my father. I was hoping that he would be a doctor someday, and Dr. Vincent Ammon sounded nice. However, the name was never right for him, but I did not know that at the time. Later I wished that I had called him Joseph, after my brother, and then nicknamed him Joey. It would have been a better fit for him. We named him Vincent Eugene though, and I called my parents to tell them. They were thrilled (especially Dad)! We told Angela as well, whose birthday was the next day, January 7th. (Yes, Vince managed to sneak in one day before!) We had planned a party for her, which I couldn't attend,