It took some time to get me into this world -- nine months plus 50 hours, you could say.
Mom went into St. Luke's Hospital late on the night of June 25, with hard contractions, only to be sent home after they subsided. As soon as we got home, her water broke and it was back down the hill!
Mom tried very hard to get me out the "regular" way, but it wasn't to be. After 50 (that's right: five-oh) hours of labor, I was born under a bright light with a team of doctors around.
Dad remembers yelling, "It's a girl!" It was great.
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