Another Chapter

Today begins the third decade of my life.  In thirty years I have accomplished so much and have ended up on a path I could not have foreseen.  Life is truly amazing, though sometimes we are too busy and to caught up in the moment to fully appreciate it.

My mother called me last night and we chatted about my birth. I love hearing about our birth story. She recounted how she went into labor on Sunday morning and how I didn’t make my appearance until over 48 hours later.  I’ve never been particularly punctual, at least I have been consistent in this throughout my life.

I was born the day Ronald Reagan was elected, she blames me for not being able to do her civic duty that day.  I pointed out she should have had the forethought to vote via absentee ballot. In turn she points out that I was five days overdue. I guess she wins.

I enjoy hearing about how my grandparents came and visited me.  She remembers the small details about who held me and in what order, and even tells me the story of the quarter found by her mother in the hallway of the hospital.  I still have that quarter, in its special envelop with my grandmothers careful handwriting on it

In fact, while I was working on this post my mother called  to tell  that at this time 30 years ago my father went with me down to the NICU where I stayed for 3 days. I was ornery from the start, the nurses couldn’t keep an IV in me.  She recounts the bili lights, the numerous attempts and sites for IVs, and the little gown I went home in.

I need to write these memories down because eventually one or both of our memories will begin to fade, though I suspect that birth stories are one of the last memories that grow dim.

This is a meaningful and true birthday tradition for our family.  I have started the same tradition with my own daughter, our story is very different but it is ours.

The flowers above were picked by Stella when m mother took her out shopping. They are so perfect.

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  1. Posted November 5, 2010 at 1:24 am | Permalink

    Happy, happy birthday! It must be wonderful to be able to share those stories with your mother.

  2. babish
    Posted November 5, 2010 at 1:47 am | Permalink

    I remember those days with such a clarity, that only comes with the passage of time and the knowledge of how precious and wonderful life truly is. Happy Third Decade!!
    And you are so right… it is only a New Chapter in your unique story…

  3. Posted November 5, 2010 at 12:44 pm | Permalink

    Happy birthday!

    My best friend’s mother calls her every year at the same time and tells her the story of her birth. Since I’ve known her since we were 12 and celebrated almost every birthday with her, I’ve had the joy of hearing it myself many times. It’s a beautiful tradition, and I’m glad to hear she’s not the only one who has it.

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