Pretty much everyone has a "birth story" . . . one their mother told over and over again; defining every moment leading up to that one when you made your debut into the world.
On this, my birthday, I feel compelled to tell my own birth story. I was the first born in our family. First grandchild for my grandmother ( my mother's mother). On Veterans' Day my grandfather was visiting my parents and wanted to see the birth of his first grandchild, but I did not make my arrival in time so he had to return home for work.
It wasn't long after that the contractions began. My mother and father went to the hospital, which was still under construction at the time. In those days no one, but doctors and nurses were allowed in the delivery room so my father and my grandmother waited not so patiently in the waiting room.
My grandmother told me that she kept seeing nurses going back and forth and each time they would enter that delivery room with a larger set of tongs.
I beat the odds and survived. It seems I was born neck first. The doctors called it face presentation, but my head was bent nearly all the way back to my neck. The doctors reportedly cut my mother in every way possible to the maximum extent possible to extract me. (Told you it was not for the faint of heart)
Upon visiting our family doctor for a post delivery wellness exam at about 3 months of age. The doctor, advised my mother that he has so thankful to see me raising my head on my own, because he had been doubtful that I would ever be able to accomplish that.
If I have had any long lasting effects from this type of birth I have overcome them. The only life long affliction I have had was a hearing deficit, which may or may not have been attributed to my birth.
So, I am thankful to God every day for being able to have lived a normal (by most people's standards) life!
Thanks for listening to my "birth story"
Let me know in the comments if you have an interesting "birth story" to tell.
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