A quarter of a century ago (!) today, our daughter Juliana made her appearance on this earth. After 18 hours of labor at home (yes dear, I suffered terribly, to bring you into this world!), the midwife packed us into my parents' car and we all went zooming to the ER. At first, the doc on call said to prep me for surgery (at which point a nurse waved some ammonia salts under Bill's nose so he wouldn't buckle), but then they decided to give me one more chance to push her posterior-positioned body out on my own. Dehydrated from a day of contractions and vomiting (no one ever told me that there was a possibility I would be throwing up all through labor, a little known and never-discussed side effect, thank you very much!), I was all pooped out. But with one last chance to avoid the dreaded C-section, we huffed and we puffed and we blew her out, just before midnight:
She grew into a lovely and engaging child:
Although, come to think of it, she didn't sleep much and was downright scary in her intellect. But we all survived and she has grown into a delightful young woman:
So, happiest of birthdays to you, dearest daughter. I'm glad we got to share your life for a little while.
1 comment:
Happy Birthday to your daughter. A neat post!!!
M.........:-)
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