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Thursday, December 15, 2011
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-born in a Korean hospital
-in Seoul
-in September
-on the 16th
-in 1981
-the year of the rooster
-i weighed 4lbs, premature
-put in an incubator for 6 weeks
Born at home which was a tiny four-room farmhouse in a very rural corner of Indiana -- before electricity or telephone. That is all I know, not who else was there to help my mother, not whether a doctor had even been summoned and if he was whether he got there or not. My mother never talked about it and I guess I never asked.
I was born on a cold day in early November when the snow flurries were flying. My mother was alone. Not only because it was customary at the time for fathers not to be in the delivery room; but because my father was somewhere in the Mediterranean on a Navy ship. I got stuck in the birth canal, and as a result came out with a head and face so mis-shapen, I looked like a creature from one of the "Lord of the Rings" movies.
It's my understanding my mother was present at my birth. There is no record of an attendance sheet so I have no idea who else was present. But I'm told I arrived just in time.
I was born in a big city thousands of miles from home. I was my mother's second child, but she didn't want to tell the nurses that so they thought I was her first and her labour would be long. It wasn't, of course. I arrived after just a few hours and the doctor barely made it. My dad wasn't there beause he'd dropped Mom at the hospital then gone to one of the two jobs he worked to support them. It was a hard beginning for all of us - but they were young and in love so maybe they didn't mind. They never said. And at least Mom got to keep her baby this time.
Born a Valley Girl in hospital near Michael Jacksons wacko "Wonderland" house. Joke was, I was a "honeymoon" baby. I wasn't. I did the calculations. In a rush to get out: 5 weeks early, 5 lbs. of chubbiness. Chilled in an incubator for a day. The nurse told my my mother I was adorable. She thought they were lying to her...and cried.
I've been told lots of little details (especially each time I've been pregnant), but the one thing I remember is my mom saying "I was determined not to scream and cry, so when your father started joking I looked at him and said "shut up or get out I don't need that!"" And knowing my mom, she probably didn't scream!
Hot summer night
December is summer
Parents at the movies
Never forgiven
Crying my way out
First and only child
There was this really bright star...
I know that my mother was near death during my birth and my grandmother - my father's mother - was beside herself and went to her parish to pray. But the doors were locked and she couldn't get in. So on the concrete steps outside the wooden church doors, she wept and bargained with God; if my mother and I lived, she would dedicate her service to the hospital. My mother and I did indeed live, and my grandmother became a most influential volunteer at the hospital. I have a newspaper clipping of a feature about her service to the hospital to prove it. This is what I know about my own birth. Thank you for making me remember it.
I was born in a hospital in Wisconsin. I think it was a fairly long labor, but I was just born... what do I know. I've never really asked many details, beyond the basics...
I really need to talk to my family more.
This was really fun! Difficult to pack in enough info in 60 short seconds. Thanks~
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My Father had already gone back overseas at the time and my Mother was living with her parents. They didn't own a car back in late 60's so they asked the neighbour next door to drive her to the hospital. I never asked for details but I think I will now.
Spent my first night in the hospital nursery looking around and waving my arms (not crying). My brother says I was looking for something to read. My older sister had been stillborn, so I Know my parents were happy.
I was born with a fractured clavicle; a broken collar bone in lay terms. Not much can be done for a fractured clavicle. I had no cast, no brace. I was sent home with my mother who was told to 'be gentle'. It was somewhat of an omen--I have since fractured the same bone two more times. I like to think I've had my three strikes. Then again...
Mama said she lost her modesty on the day that I was born, even though she had one child already. They were doing construction work at the hospital and there were a lot of workers in the area. I was late, but I arrived in time for lunch. I was born nine days after Mama lost her Daddy. I imagine that was a strange time in her life.
Born on a Wednesday morning in January in 1976, the day the Concorde had its first commercial flight and colour TV came to South Africa. Born on the 21st, I was 2 weeks late but still managed to sit comfortably in the Chinese Year of the Rabbit. They had to pull me out with the forceps because I didn't want to come out.
I was originally going to be called Tracey-Lee but surprised my parents by turning out to be a boy after all. As my mom's first child, she needed help to bathe me because I was so 'floppy' - later I'd be nicknamed 'The Spastic Elastic' because of my floppy abilities.
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