Getting Me Into This World ~ The Challenge
- on 10.25.07
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Some memories need a little help…what I mean is, I really don’t remember my birth, but my Mom does, so not long ago, I asked her to tell me about it. It wasn’t an uneventful birth, I caused some trouble from the get-go. I was born 2 days after Christmas in 1951, and it was a difficult birth for my Mom. There was a good bit of bleeding, and the doctor came out to the waiting room (yes, that’s back when Dads paced back and forth and sat in the waiting room while Moms delivered) and gave my Dad a choice…he didn’t think he could save us both. I’m sure you can guess what his choice was…but thankfully, Mom and I both made it, and both of us are still alive and kickin’ today. Now when I heard that story as a young child, it was hard to think I was the second choice, but as an adult, a wife, and a Mom, I understand. And I do believe my Mom, being a woman of great faith, was praying between the pains, and God answered those prayers.
You know Claudia…our parents have lots of stories about us that are “treasures”—-just like our grandparents. I never understood when my ex talked bout his priorities between his wife and child but there was obviously some method to what I thought was his madness.
Wow, Claudia. Sounds like a close call. But what’s important is that you made it in. And, let me tell you, the world is better for it. I, for one, am glad you’re here. Happy Birthday, Sister. By the way, I love your baby picture.