This week, I am giving thanks to my parents. I think I turned out to be a nice, respectful adult, and I wanted to thank them for teaching me how to be the person I am today.
(a little history) I was born in Louisiana in 19...something.
My Mom had me when she was 23 years old. That seems like such a young age to have a child, to me, since I had Bella, my first baby, a month before turning 32.
At the time I was born, men weren't allowed in the delivery area. They waited outside with everyone else. My Mom said she was very nervous, this being her first child and all. They gave her an epidural and she was looking away at the nurses, I suppose. When she looked back, she panicked and asked "Whose legs are those on my table?"....they were hers, she didn't feel them moving her legs up onto the stirrups. How funny now, but how scary for her.
I was the first grandchild on both sides of my family (which probably explains where my "sassy-ness" stems from), and, mentionable, I am the ONLY girl on my Mom's side, out of 4 grandchildren (something about being born with a silver spoon?).
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