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.
Happy Birthday to A—–! And Congratulations to you, too, Mama. 🙂
a cute turkey, I’m sure…
love you
Happy Birthday Ang! -Selina