Friday, March 26, 2010
I'm pretty sure my mother was completely knocked out, by request, for my birth. I always tease her that I could be a switched baby and she'd never know it. Except that I have (well, HAD) the Nicholes nose, the characteristic bump that everyone related to anyone from my mother's family has. Or I could have had a twin born and then whisked away by some evil nurse to another mother whose baby died, and she'd never have known it. I've always felt I had a twin out there somewhere. Maybe it's her after all. In any case, I have no real amazing or tear-inducing details from my birth. I was born at 1am. I think. And I was 7 lbs 14 ounces. And I was really long, like 20 inches or something. And I was, of course, a perfect happy baby who slept all the time and never cried and walked and talked when I was a week old and spit up gold nuggets. The End.
Thanks for giving birth to me, Mom. Even if you slept through the whole thing.
P.S. No need to add details, Mom. I think I've got all the pertinent ones here. No really. It's all good.
Daily Weight Loss: 0.6 lbs
Total Weight Loss: 4.8 lbs