This was the day my first son was born. I had a c-section and my anesthesia had worn off a bit and I can vividly hear the doctors talking as I lay there on the operating table. They were talking about death while simultaneously assisting the birth of a new life. The irony of it.
Sunday, May 21, 1995
The day I was born 🙂
This was the day my first son was born. I had a c-section and my anesthesia had worn off a bit and I can vividly hear the doctors talking as I lay there on the operating table. They were talking about death while simultaneously assisting the birth of a new life. The irony of it.