My Birth Story - Taking My Time

Apparently, I wasn't in a hurry. At all.
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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.

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