Happy Birthday Scryler!!!

My mom got up in the morning and started cleaning the house. At ten she figured it out and called the Doc. He said he'd meet her at her the hospital. Since mom had the car, pop had to run to the hospital. Good thing it was a small town. I was born at 1245.

I was at work. I called the apartment at 4 pm. No answer. I called the hospital and they said she wasn't there. I stupidly believed them, until she called, drugged to the gills. I rushed over, and she was passed out. It was a late-term, problem-plagued, pregnancy. She had had an emergency ceasarian because the baby was in trouble and she realized it.

My son was asleep next to her, so little. I picked him up and put him on my shoulder. When I said "Hi, there.", his eyes opened, he lifted his head up and looked at me. Wow!