Today is July 11th. I had a very interesting day on July 11th once. After that first July 11th, I’ve had 29 equally interesting days on July 11th.
One per year, as they say…
29 years ago, on this very day, at around 10:30 in the morning, I became a mother.
The story around my eldest’s emergence is one I’ve often told.
I came home from work around 1am. Ah, the joys of being in your 20’s and just scraping by…you take the crappy hours at the factory, and you drive an hour for the privilege of standing on your feet on concrete for a solid 8 hours.
After a bit of a nibble, I headed to my bed. I used to go down around 3am.
Again…ah…the early years, when one could stay up until the weeeee hours of the morning!
I woke up around 7. Dayam, I must have overdone it at work, because my back is KILLING me.
So I took a bath.
It took me a while to realize that these back ‘spasms’ were pretty damn regular. So I packed things up, and headed to the car.
No panic. No drama. No partner (he was in basic training in another state).
So I drove mySELF to the hospital, walked into the ER, and announced that I was in labor.
The next couple of hours are pretty much a blur….because when you expel the wrong color of amniotic fluid and the baby’s heart rate drops, you get dragged into an operating theater real quick.
Don’t worry, I ain’t going to show off my scar 😀
It was all worth it, though…because I got to be a mom.
Happy 29th birthday, Son Number One…you’re the same age as me now. Maybe I should add a decade to that fiction regarding my age?
Just lookit at that face…can I cook, or what???