41 and His Mommy Still Calls Him Baby

Today is the anniversary of the day I became a mother. My adult son was born 41 years ago tonight around 11:30 p.m. in the old ST. Anthony Hospital where the nuns told me to stop breathing like that (panting) I was going to hyperventilate. I was on the crest of the natural childbirth age and got my learnin' from a book, not a class, so panting was my strong suit. It worked. 8 hours of fairly intense labor and a beautiful 11lb6oz bouncing baby boy entered this life. I always wax nostalgic on the days of my children's births, I consider them birth days for me, too. Happy birthday, Ry. Find your dream.