My sister says: " I always thought our birthday stories were great indicators of our later personalities."
Summer 1955, hottest day on record for the Puget Sound area. Cut to the Hospital Maternity Wing, where halls & rooms are overflowing with pregnant women at term or nearly so. Some are actually in labor, others are not but very much want to be.
EM, the mother-to-be: “My baby’s coming, I think it’s time for me for me to push.”
Nurse Midwife: “No, we are not moving you to the Labor Ward. It’s not your turn.”
EM, looking up, incredulous: “I don’t think my baby is interested in whose turn it is. I can feel the head.”
Within 10 minutes, her new baby Bretta arrives in the pre-labor-room staging area.
EM: “Would you like me to go into the labor room and show them how it’s done?”
Nurse Midwife: “No, you have done quite enough already.”
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