15 (that’s fifteen) years ago last night, I went into labor. But no one believed me.
Because it was the night before my birthday, and because I was a week before my due date. No way was I having my first child then.
But I was! I was having my first child then.
After convincing my midwife this was for real, I made it to the birthing center about 11pm. Nine hours later, I held my first child in my arms.
On my 24th birthday.
I could not have asked for a better gift.
I gave my birthday to Emma that day. It is now hers. It would have been rude to take it back!
So, technically, I’m still 24.
Emma and Me, January 31, 2007
(the 8th anniversary of my 24th birthday)