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My Birth Story – Taking My Time

I asked my mom about my birth, and one of the first things she came up with was how hungry my dad was waiting for me to be born. Apparently, I took my time.

My dad LOVES to eat.  The poor guy probably had low blood sugar and everything.

She went into labor at 10 p.m. on Wednesday night, and I was born at 3:04 p.m. on Friday afternoon. Let’s just say I was in no rush. A lot of visitors came, a lot of visitors went. She had an epidural, and she remains a big supporter of epidurals 32 years later.

Here I am…all seven pounds, thirteen ounces of me.

Birth Stories

Remember that feeling of awe when you bring your first baby home? I remember walking into our house with our daughter and sort of wondering what to do next. My mom and I had that feeling in common because she remembers feeling amazed that they were letting her leave the hospital with me and thinking she had no idea what she was doing. I was a lucky girl when they wheeled me out with her because I’m pretty sure I have the best mom ever. Even if she didn’t think she knew what she was doing!

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  1. Rachael 04/05/2013 at 10:38 am

    My dad was apparently hungry as well! He left to get food and brought back SKIPPERS! Anyone remember Skippers? Who brings fish and chips into the delivery room? Bad news.