Today is my son’s 27th birthday. I love sharing the fun short story of when he was born on June 11th, 1985 at 10:08am in San Francisco, CA . Here it is: HAPPY DAY OF BIRTH, SON!
What a blessing . . .
For many years on his birthday, I’ve called my son at 10:08AM – the time he was born. I get a kick out of being that kind of mom. 25 years ago I was only in labor for 3 hours. (Yes, I said three hours.) When we arrived at the hospital and got on the elevator, the contractions were so intense that I had to awkwardly squat down on my knees for fear I might fall from the pain. Some how I spoke through my agony as the elevator started to move, “Oh my God, this baby is ready to be born”, I gasped to my then husband. The people riding on the elevator with me did not say a word as the doors opened when we arrived on the maternity floor. A couple of people helped me up and off I waddled – on my way to give birth! My son was over due, ready, and starting to be born while…
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