Eleven

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.

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3 thoughts on “Eleven

  1. Happy Birthday to A—–! And Congratulations to you, too, Mama. 🙂

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