I know, who cares what happened on November 25th, 1984? It is not a particularly important date in world history. It is an important Sunday in my personal history. Twenty-five years ago today I became a mother.
The day started out the same as many Sundays. I woke up earlier than need be. I tend to wake up before my alarm goes off to this day. I sat in the rocking chair for a long time – the same one that now carries a load of cloths in my bedroom but that will change eventually – as my stomach hurt. I was 23. What was I to know about how labor would feel at the beginning?
I got up and showered. Then, decided maybe we should go to the hospital. I thought my water had broken. I was to find out later that was wishful thinking.
Eddie was born during half time of some football game, approximately 2:15 in the afternoon. I might have been in labor six hours.
Anyway, I need to bake a cake – to celebrate his birthday and to celebrate my becoming a mom.