My then 10 year old sister heard the f word for the first time on this day while in a hospital waiting room. The phrase, “I’m not f**king doing this!”, coming from our mother, in labor with me, who tried walking out twice between contractions. The image of my mother, tall, slender but strong, sweating and swearing, with a huge pregnant belly stubbornly decicing labor was NOT in the cards that day makes me laugh every year.
This is my birthday too. Two weeks late and what I’m told was a very long, slow labour later, I was finally pulled out by the head, a little bit battered and bruised! My Mum still loves to tell anyone who will listen how horrendous my delivery was. 30 years on I feel like she might need to let it go!
Tuesday, March 3, 1987
My then 10 year old sister heard the f word for the first time on this day while in a hospital waiting room. The phrase, “I’m not f**king doing this!”, coming from our mother, in labor with me, who tried walking out twice between contractions. The image of my mother, tall, slender but strong, sweating and swearing, with a huge pregnant belly stubbornly decicing labor was NOT in the cards that day makes me laugh every year.
This is my birthday too. Two weeks late and what I’m told was a very long, slow labour later, I was finally pulled out by the head, a little bit battered and bruised! My Mum still loves to tell anyone who will listen how horrendous my delivery was. 30 years on I feel like she might need to let it go!
The day I can into this world!!❤ thank you