Eleven years ago today, I was lying on a hospital bed with contractions. I was 7 weeks shy of turning 19, my nurse reminded me once. I walked around a little and did squats but I still had to have a C-section. The nurses painted my belly with brown stuff and I looked like a turkey. They cut me up and my son was born. Now he’s 11 and eating cupcakes with his friends at school. It feels surreal.