My parents made the 14 hour trip from Tennessee to Connecticut to come help with a baby who, despite such drastic measures as a 4 mile hike up and back down a mountain and ingestion of copious amounts of Indian food, refused to show up. I agreed to have my membranes stripped, which the doctor couldn’t even do since the baby was still so high up in my abdominal cavity. A week passed. My parents left. I wept and fasted, wept and prayed. Still no baby.
I have now read every word of every one of your birth stories, and I loved them. There were many times that I completely related, having the same experiences, and others where I just read with my mouth open in wonderment.
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juuuuuuust finished reading all 6 birth stories. so FUN!!!! love your ability to weave humor and depth as you tell the story :)
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