Thursday, September 19, 2013

The Book of Me - Week #2

I am participating in Julie Goucher's activity:

Week #2 - Your Birth

Do you have any baby photos?
Where were you born?
Who was present at your birth?
What day was it? Time?
Did you have hair? Eye colour
Are you a twin?

All of my birth information is packed away either in my closet or at my mother's, so I can't be very exact right now. Here's what I can recall. 

I was born in Jacksonville, Illinois, at Our Savior's Hospital at around 7:30 in the evening, apparently during a thunderstorm (that part always makes me giggle a bit). I weighed 8 pounds and some-odd ounces and had a head full of hair and big brown eyes. I was quite roly-poly as I remember from looking at my baby photos. 

The thing that stands out about my birth was not so much the event itself, but what happened once I got here, according to what my paternal grandmother always told me. 

My father was still in college when I was born, and as an English major, he was taking his share of writing courses. I don't know the name of the class or the specific assignment, but the timing was such that he wrote an essay - about me. Me, the first time he held me, the amazement he felt at my arrival and my being, the feelings he had about how scared he was that I might break if he didn't hold me just the right way. All of his emotions apparently came flooding out in this paper he wrote for a class. 

Oh. He got an A+. 

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