workingwifey

My birthday is coming up on 10/9. When my mom was alive, every year on my birthday, she would tell me the story of how I was born. That is one thing that when she used to do it, it was just like I was letting her do it for her sake, because her baby was another year old. But now that she is gone and I don’t have her to tell me that story every year, I really miss it. It makes me sad, and makes me remember my last birthday that I got to hear the story from my mom - my 20th birthday. I remember I was living in California and she was in Colorado, and she called me in the morning and I was really uspet because my boyfriend at the time was supposed to spend the night before hanging out with me, but he ended up going to a party with his friends instead. I remember she actually cheered me up by telling me the story of when I was born. I have heard the story so many times, I feel like it’s a movie that I am watching in my head. I can see her sitting at home eating Moon Pies while my dad was out drinking, because they had just gotten into a big fight. Then I can see her eating so much that she was throwing up, not knowing she was in labor. I can then see my dad walk in the door, and her telling him they had to go to the hospital. Then he drove her very slowly to the hospital, and no matter how slow my dad was driving, my mom kept telling him to slow down. Once they got to the hospital, my mom’s lower back was hurting her so bad, she made my dad rub it while she was trying to walk around to ease her pain - for hours. Then I popped out, and one hour later my mom and dad took me home. I was 6lb 6oz and 19″ long, born at 5:20am.